"Beauty is truth,
truth beauty,
that is all Ye know on Earth,
that is all Ye need to know..." - John Keats


Tuesday, 5 April 2011

Prisoner of Rehabilitation...


His navel bruises weren't hurting much,
the scalp and his limbs neither...
His ulcers were all healed,
and the swollen up face was,
getting back to normal...
The purple tinge was fading,
colour coming back to the injured skin...

Mended - those broken down shacks,
rebuilt - all the devastated villages...
All plundered rucksacks - now refilled...

No more epidemic,
no more war,
all bullets drained of the fire,
and all fire of its flame...

Air was still again, and birds were again heard after ages...
And amidst all this,still
in the resurrected society,
in this community of healed individuals,
still there hung an air - scarred...

Scarred where no physical symptoms showed...
Scarred where no reason was left untold...
To that place where it survived, we gave the name heart,
and it still lingers, no matter how time had mitigated,
and still in that place, where it was fed with hurt and loss,
outlived all the medicines and herbs, the scar of hatred...

And out there, lingered the shadow,
which never healed, ready to strike,
at a moment's call...
Somewhere it has remained, untold...

Necessarily needed to heal,
more than the purple bruises on face,
it needed to heal... But still lingered on...

And all that I can do is wonder,
has it healed yet?
Or are we brewing another storm...

© Karthik Adithya Singaraju

3 comments:

Jingle said...

was it healed yet?

i bet, God Bless..

lovely story/wonders.

A++

liv2write2day said...

I like that you left details for the reader to fill in. I pictured soldiers rehabing after war images. Very effective piece. Thank you.

Eon Heath said...

Hey, Hi
many a times the wounds heal, butthe scars are left behind, and the pain is inflicted by thse scars and not the wounds...
hope is what we have...in hope we live...

Regards,
The Silhouette...