By Alpa Arora
AN APOLOGY
Where do knives go when they die?
Do they sink in the ground,
Without a sharp sound?
Or do they watch with devil wings,
While you sit around and cry?
Do they burn to lava, molten, but cold,
Steel words purified by silence,
A sad, pungent shame released into air?
Do they sit around and wait for their funeral,
A rigid coffin forever holding their fiery breath?
The one who cut even the hardest of fruit,
Now sits around sulking because no one
Really knew, they didn't mean to be so cruel.
Where do knives go when they die?
Where do words go to return to silence?
Alpa Arora is a former journalist/content writer who has been writing articles, poetry and short stories for the last 25 years. Her work has been published in The Times of India and Bengaluru Review. Her first novel, Floating Worlds, is looking to be published in the coming year. She resides in Bengaluru.
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