the silence of the green fields
was broken by a desperate scream
the shrill voice surely reached the sky
but was to faint to enter the ears
of the villagers who lived within a mile
those who paid attention to what they heard
thought that some wild beast
is either pouncing on another one
or is giving vent to its own agony
the probability of a beast was stronger
for the village was surrounded by a wild jungle
but alas it was not a beast
but a refined version of it – a human being
again the silence returned
this time more haunting than ever
the rage is passing away
but an uncomfortable feeling
was gaining prominence within
the hearts of the village Daroga
who was standing in the field
near the boundaries where from the jungle starts
the green grasses received dews of blood
as he dropped the bloody stick on the ground
the blood shot eyes of the Daroga
was fixed on the naked body
that was lying on the ground
beside the corpse of the man he just killed
the ravished body was too much repelling
but his eyes were set on it
the blood the bruises were all blurred
only the known face was attracting his attention
the Daroga took off his shirt
wrapped the body and picked it up
there was still some life left in it
he walked towards his jeep
he looked back saw the deceased beast
lying dead over the green field
he placed her gently over the passenger’s seat
and returned to the crime scene
he had forgotten his stick he picked it up
and again traveled back to the jeep
he drove towards the bungalow across the field
while driving he kept his eyes fixed
on the dusty road ahead
he knew he had killed one beast
but soon would have to face many of them
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