A Poem For Today Silent Killer
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The Silent Killer
He is the most vigilant in the crowd,
the most alert, the most disciplined man.
Stuffing all verbosity inside,
he zips it shut and remains silent.
He is always trying to change his appearance,
but he cannot change his eyes,
which even he cannot fully comprehend.
His determined steps tread the chartered path.
While the crowd busily forges bonds,
he alone flips through the pages of history.
A legion works silently behind him,
binding him with an unyielding rope of threat.
All around him, the restless present bubbles.
He is part of a headless beast,
a creature that has arrived here,
sniffing its way without eyes.
It is ensured that a killer instinct burns within him,
a flame that will never extinguish.
He has been immunized against humanity.
He wears a jacket that shields him
from the piercing touch of human connection.
His cold, disease-stricken eyes
see the human crowd as worms in sewage.
The whirlwind roaring through his ears
will soon penetrate his body.
And he will spring into action,
determined and unrelenting, at any moment.
I identified him unexpectedly amidst this jostle;
he is right next to me, brushing against my body,
gripping the overhead hook of the swaying local train.
Now, an explosion could happen at any moment.
Prafull Shiledar