Conscience speaks!!!

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Alone amidst the shadows he sat,
waiting for darkness to engulf him,
pause he did for a while,
as nocturnal was his style.
Bated breath, taut muscles, watching intent,
pounce he would when the time was apt,
till then no scope to be lax.
Every day was a fight, ever night a rare act,
he was known by the way he caught his prey,
platitudes were not his to say.
 Alongside those very shadows, taking in the sway,
oblivious to the darn darkness, stealthily keeping at bay,
was another presence, negating all that was thrown astray.
Every night was a tough fight, before its dawn,
who would call the shots; who would have a say?
In the deepest recesses of one’s heart, soul and mind,
lies the ability to choose, give in or just be blind.

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Dr Prakhar Kumar said…
Just too good....the more you are writing the better you are getting...Please write more often and let us have the pleasure .....
31 January 2013 at 03:11
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