tense silence

They taught a lot
Those days
That phase
Those hours
That never ceased to trace
Subdued,incapacitated,exasperated I lay besides a night lamp staring it hard straining my already wet eyes to seek a sheer cornor of light, a ray of hope? In that hour of darkness. The pain inside crying for attention. Each wound mutely shouting for itself. None hears.
They cry,they bled, the fellow doctor cover “tailoring” it. These dumb mouths suffocate now, still suffering, still shouting, still crying, still begging and the incessant pains. Every trace within revolted when a slight cornor of light supported. The endless pains, the endless cries, the endless wounds, the endless tears and None hears??? I wanted to do ‘em justice ,my mind running at a high pace but limbs seldom supported. The fake smile that hung, suffocated. I was as helpless as an Innocent prisoner of war shouting for justice. But None hears.
They taught a lot
Those days
That phase
Those hours
That never ceased to trace…