February 05, 2015 at 06:01 pm
Poem, G (All)
Suspense | Thriller | Spiritual
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Fear ran through the veins of her.
How will she con through her way?
Crowd made inward acumens jump out of her.
No verses came out of her mouth to say.
Where was she when she got pinned with a Bomb?
What was she doing when they attached it to her?
She is firm that she will end up in a Tomb.
Passing out during a wild party was her Err.
She is the unsurpassed when it comes to con.
She went to a bash which lasted till dawn.
She was surveyed and shadowed by unknown men.
She felt like a broiler hen.
Society termed her living as a lowlife form.
Her target is earning money, so there was no defined norm.
Her life was lived in high-scale apartments.
She was the most wanted by various law departments.
Clock inside the bomb is ticking.
Eighteen minutes is not enough even to have few rounds of her beloved wine.
Minds of the enemies who observed her from a distance were rollicking.
Likelihood of few more loss of lives took away her shine.
Suddenly, a man came near her with grin.
He held her hand and kissed it with love.
He said to her, “Don’t worry, come with me; I won’t do any sin.”
She went behind him like a cow.
He took her to a roadside bar.
He cheekily asked her to finish a beer filled jar.
Her enemies followed them and took a table.
She felt like her neck is tightened with a fibre cable.
“I only have five minutes more”, she almost cried in fear.
With a wider beam; he said, “Watch my game to get saved dear.”
A dance group approached where they sat.
When they left, her enemies saw only her hat.
He whisked her away swiftly to a safer place.
“Few more seconds only are left”, she shouted.
“You did only theft, so I give back your life as a gift”, he said with a fixed gaze.
A blast was heard near the bar as he touted.
“You are a Con Specialist, aren't you?” he asked.
“Yes, but I don’t kill People, I steal; that’s it”, she responded with a startled face.
“But, your enemies, they do kill innocents; for ruining them, I used you as a Con”, his smile looked more scorched.
Her face frowned with shameful lace.
“I only paid them to bomb you, but the one I gave to them to fit in your body was a dummy.”
“I placed the real bomb under the table where they sat, you were my rummy.”
“At least from now, lead an honest life.”
“You will get happiness in rife.”
She thanked him with a jeering smile.
He started to walk away.
“Before you go, tell me who you are”, she demanded.
“I am also a Con Specialist, one who does it for People; they call me Krishna”
She blinked in awe.
When she opened her eyes, snow was all she saw!
Hare Rama, Hare Krishna!
© Stellar Ram 2015
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A poem induced with a suspense story and with a pinch of Spirituality. Your feedback is welcome.
- Stellar Ram
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