Assassin Poem by Golaka Acharya

Golaka Acharya

Golaka Acharya

Keshadurapal, Keonjhar, Orissa, India, Phone- 09938175100

Assassin



Nowhere was a dot of blood; nowhere
neither in the hands of the assassin,
nor on the nail, nor even on her cloth.
There was no spot on the tip of the knife;
nor on the ground nor even
around my footsteps along the path I took;
there was no trace of blood.

How professional was the assassin
seeing her usual work and the smiling face

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Golaka Acharya

Golaka Acharya

Keshadurapal, Keonjhar, Orissa, India, Phone- 09938175100
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