He came back and shot. He shot him. When he came
back, he shot, and he fell, stumbling, past the
shadow wood, down, shot, dying, dead, to full halt.
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I think Baraka wrote this poem keeping in mind all the terrorist attacks which took place at that point of time .
Meticulously narrated incident, turning out o a eye brow raising poem. Not every one is capable of. Well deserving achievement. Thanks for sharing.
This reminds me of a stabbing incident I witnessed at a bus stop many years ago in Delhi. It was so sudden, unexpected, and executed in such a cold-blooded manner. The aggressor's face was absolutely expressionless while he committed the act...Thanks for sharing this poem and congrats on being poet of the day!
Sad! ! Of the dead man's expression. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This is a wonderful narrative poem maintaining its suspense till the very end. Such incidents are not uncommon and the end result is almost the same. Thanks,
shockingly surreal! The poem is remarkable in its horrid details.
A shocking, vivid description of a tragic end. Sadly all too common in these times.