BETRAYAL

Amidst deafening explosions,
risking his life,
covering,
dangerous,
harsh,
difficult mountainous terrain,
reached he,
inside the cave,
within the dead-line
set by 'The VIP',
he wanted to meet alive,
led by,
two uniforms in dark,
revolvers fastened to their waists.
The cave spacious,
furnished one,
refurbished one,
The turbaned VIP,
with flowing beard,
clad in glittering, flowing dress,
saintly, fair and handsome,
calmness flashing,
across His face,
woke up from his cosy seat,
shook hands with him,
His palm soft as sponge,
felt he,
' World's Most Wanted ' ?
Incredulous, he felt.
Seated face to face,
recorder on,
the Q&A session,
commenced,
in cordial ambience,
His words so mild,
a whispering, soothing,
tone,puzzled he sat,
baffled he listened,
each query,
VIP answered,
hot tea poured,
from a flask into two tea-cups,
by a bearded cook.
Q & A session over,
within two hours,
'Thanks' glinting in his eyes,
with a 'see you again' adieu,
accompanied by,
the same dark uniforms,
revolvers fastened to each's waist,
he came out,
followed they to a,
hillside,
where,
a white man,
his eyes blind-folded,
gagged,
seated on a red-hot rock,
under the sweltering sun,
two other uniforms in black,
standing, chewing something,
on each side,
revolvers fastened to their waists,
his missed a beat,
two big question marks,
protruded from his eyes,
cast he glances at,
accompanying uniforms in black.
Pale he went,
shocked he was,
rooted like a statue he stood,
response,
four roaring laughters,
unending it seemed, reverberating,
throughout like the deafening,
explosions around.
'Shoot him point blank'-
commanded the four in unison,
handing him a revolver,
two revolvers aiming his head,
from each side,
Never he thought twice ,
turned he the revolver,
against his own head,
like a flash,
triggered the button...
once, twice, thrice...
'spare him'
pleaded he,
his tired plea fading into oblivion.