In broad daylight
when the Sun in all fury was
spitting fire on the
crowded, congested city
a sturdy, well-built
man in dark T-shirt
and pants
wearing ray-ban glasses
was watching the
city
from the balcony of his
multi-storeyed palatial building.
He saw a dirty man
with disheveled hairs
wearing a ragged, grimy
old, ash-coloured shirt
and white pants
that too old, grimy
and ragged.
He was
watching him with all hatred
enveloping his face
from the street side.
The sturdy, well-built
man in black T-shirt
while looking around
spotted the dirty man
in ragged, grimy, old
shirt and pants.
The dirty man still
his face clouded
by hatred and gritting his teeth
spat in the direction of the man in dark dress
staring at him from
the balcony.
The visibly shaken and angry
man went inside
brought his loaded pistol
within seconds
aimed at the dirty man
in ragged clothes
who was sweating like
anything
with his ragged, old, grimy
shirt drenched with sweat
and beads of sweat
dropping down from his forehead.
The pistol spat bullets on
the dirty man profusely
until he fell dead
his clothes drenched
in blood.
None saw him falling
dead, none cared
to stand beside him at least for a second
none didn’t have the time
to notice such things
and they went along
with their business as usual
typical of a metro city….
The sturdy, well-built
man in dark
was looking down
watching the people
moving in various
directions….non-chalantly
lighting a cigarette.
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