POEM
His remaining sparks
of hope melted into thin air.
The flame of life, died down.
His dream of a fresh lease of life
flew away to an unknown territory.
On hearing the news of
his mercy petition, rejected –
which was the last straw-
whether his heart missed
one or two beats was known only to him.
Resigned to his fate
he sat on the bare floor
hiding his head between his folded legs
like an ostrich.
In the meanwhile the
hangman’s noose was getting ready for him.
After a prolonged spell of uncertainty
he slept quietly
till the wee hours of the morning.
He was seeing before him
the last crucial
moments
of him walking to the gallows.
Whether he deserved a capital punishment
was the question flashed before the eyes of
several human rights activists
and several citizens across
the nation
who struggled tirelessly
for his escape from the gallows…..
The clock was ticking
fast or so it seemed………..
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