Silence
broke through the night.
An anxious wait followed
and in the wee hours of morning,
war cry.
“Fire fire!”
At the command,
the reverberations
reached a deafening crescendo,
gun shots.
Volley
ensued both sides;
Those muffled whines and groans
faded into oblivion.
Hopes quelled.
Naive
petty victims;
Slaughtered mercilessly,
They know not the reason nor the
outcome.
A game
of power play,
mercilessly devours
the contrived yet innocent pawns.
Alas!
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Bio
Mrinalinee Patro has worked more than 2 decades in the software profession and that is when Writing entered her life to break the monotonicity. While she loves writing micro-tales/micro-poems, as such writing in any form lures her immensely.
She is an Electronics and Telecommunication Engineer who is also a trained singer.
While music gives solace to her soul, writing soothes her mind and heart.
Mrinalinee Patro has worked more than 2 decades in the software profession and that is when Writing entered her life to break the monotonicity. While she loves writing micro-tales/micro-poems, as such writing in any form lures her immensely.
She is an Electronics and Telecommunication Engineer who is also a trained singer.
While music gives solace to her soul, writing soothes her mind and heart.
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