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A Knife Sharpener


This afternoon I heard as I woke up from nap
a call by a knife sharpener riding on bicycle
"get your knives and scissors sharpened."
Turn of events were bad some weeks back. My friend at city
called me to tell a murder in vicinity in broad daylight.
Terrified I equally, how dissimilar world do I live,
should I now adopt a veil for eluding to understand
much. Studied together in city, fates were not sealed forever.
She went for job while I married and settled in village.
Today, I cannot share this story with others and
at same time get my knives sharpened while I believe the latest
update since last we met. Fatefully surrounded by more
similar tools and my life without them cannot easily spend.
Slowly and slowly so easily it went scraping off
the uneasy parts of our bond and to erase off,
what left not there, a plain thought.
I have some knives still to get sharpened and better
I am off till to the next neighbor he is stranded.

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