A Story Somewhere

By Gaurav Parab

Somewhere between the glass and the lip

Floating in thin air

Is a woman’s face

The story of a drunk’s grace

Somewhere on an old wall of grey

Is a square of white

Where a photograph once hung

The story of a son died young

Somewhere between the table and the note

The last thing he wrote

Is a reason to pray

The story of a boy gone away

Somewhere in the eyes dry and cold

Her hands outstretched

An old lady begs

The story of her missing legs

  

 Somewhere in his words so harsh

Stinging like bees

Is sacrifice not shown

The story of a father’s loan

Somewhere behind a pointed gun

In a heart of stone

The sound of her pain so shrill

The story of revenge in a kill

Somewhere in an old broken clock

Still ticking away

Kept next to his bed

The story of a book unread

Somewhere in the bus to work

Is a heart

In a body with no self esteem

The story of an unfulfilled dream

Somewhere behind the green mask

His hand steady

And instinct in his gut

The story of a doctor’s decisive cut

Somewhere in his table of drawers

With the cash

Is mistaken belief

The story of a sleazy thief

Somewhere in his hind legs

Ready to uncoil

In a jungle from before

The story of a Lion’s roar

Somewhere in her hands

Running nervously through her hair

Is the look in his eye

The story of a stranger walking by

Somewhere I have to end this

The last line

For words are never a lot

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