100 Words on Saturday 2014 – # 17
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I am a body lying unclaimed on the road; passersby conveniently ignore and walk around my still, broken form. My existence is an aberration on an otherwise normal road, an unsightly sight, best forgotten in no time.
The hands that killed me belonged to your kind; greedy and cruel, not concerned about my pain and strife. I couldn’t scream for help, and even if I could, who would have come forward and stopped them from killing me? My siblings were mute spectators to my murder, their tears fell on the inside, soaking their hearts but your eyes remained unapologetically dry.
By Sulekha Rawat