And so all was said and done...
Things stood quite still for a moment...
The lady who spoke for so long,paused,
catching her breath,gulping down a few drops of water...
Now it waited,the long wait,
the wait of response....
It waited desperately,
the second's thorn of revolving destiny,
it waited yearning for man to perform a miracle,
in the unforgiving stillness of that moment...
All was silence,
with those heads bowed down,
with weight some,
some with pain some more,
some with deliberation,
and some for the sake of it...
Silence,silence that pierced through the hearts of those hundreds standing,
silence that thundered hard,
harder than the hardest thunder...
Silence,that was instilled by her voice...
Everyone,bowed their head,
out of shame,
pain,grief and lamentation...
Some lifted with a quiet decisiveness,which instilled hope...
One or two let out a small syllable of hope...
With this cue,the thorn of destiny,moved on...
The thorn,the quill,the arm of time,
it went ahead,and proclaimed with assurance,
telling to those masses,that change has come...
Lady smiled,
but oh! Alas!
The circling karma of man,
the cycle of human complacency...
The shamefaced bowing heads lifted with the next second,
they pressed down the heads,far lifted...
Scattered voices of hope were extinguished in another second...
And in the next the common man's hope...
Second moved on,
sighing the inevitable hopelessness...
The crowd moved on,
impervious to the wet blood...
The shamefaced rose again...
Another massacre occurred,
and the wise Lady came up,
to voice across their shame...
And in an instant,all was still...
And the game again,began...
© Karthik Adithya Singaraju
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