Sudan

The shot rang out
like…
It didnt ring
anymore.
When you cohabit
with bullets,
you seldom hear
their shreiks.
Only the fortunate,
they rest
in peace within.
Splattered blood
only cooled my face
coz it had chilled the day
the child was born
to
the bloodlands of Sudan.

— First written sometime in September 2004.

Published by Anupam Choudhury

I'm a writer, editor, and blogger from New Delhi, India.

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