Murder Of An Inanimate Soul

By Suparna Kudva Nair

Bits of paper,

ripped, torn,

lifeless pieces,

strewn around the study table.

Was it necessary,

to tear an inanimate object,

in appearance?

Imagine, its bloodless tears,

when being shredded.

The silent onlooker,

the study table,

a witness,

to the murder of the pure

and innocent paper,

couldn’t do much,

but feel the pain

and shed some wooden tears

in vain.

Tears of sadness,

shed by an inanimate soul,

for another inanimate soul.

By Suparna Kudva Nair