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May 2013
I am here all silent and stunned  
watching the happenings  around
unaware what’s going on
baffled by  tricky words of people
jostled  left, right and centre
awkwardness writ on my face
shame lingering all over me
yet, silent  to react  to the core!
B’cause I don’t know  yet
whats all this noise about
or what really happened
that I am picked for taking
all the outburst with  
vengeance and  ***** swears ..
.
While walking along footpath
a yellow clad figure of my size ran past
disappearing at the blink of eyes and
I turned around hearing all the noises
to be captured  and hurled
by a maddening crowd  with
stones pelting and sticks raised all over me !
I am  lying here all silent  and stifled
unable to  move or utter a word ;
I figured it as chain snatching
knocking down an old lady.
In  my  half conscious daze I realised
I was clad in yellow and that’s it!

Written by
Lakshmy Narayanan  India
(India)   
615
   shaqila
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