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Let Him Be


There’s isn’t an inch of space to stretch my legs; yet the alms are far and few between.
Maybe, I am already dead for the soulless crowd on this throbbing street.
Maybe, I am just a ghost or shadow and not a man of flesh and blood.
The winter chill will take me in and my corpse will go unnoticed.
Of course, empty stares surround me everywhere;
But not a single stare conveys sympathy;
But I do often hear muted whispers;
Heaven and hell is here, they say
This man is simply rotting in hell.
So let him be.

Word count: 100
Photo Prompt Copyright: Rochelle-Weisoff Fields

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    1. If you found it touching enough, my writing certainly has some scope for blooming.

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  2. Dear Jini,

    That pretty much sums up how I feel about large crowds of people. Nicely done.

    Welcome to Friday Fictioneers.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. Thanks Rochelle. You've come up with a great platform. Being part of it is an honor for me.

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  3. Down and out in Hollywood.

    A great take on this prompt.

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  4. This is an interesting piece. I can't tell if the man IS truly dead, wants to be dead, or is looking toward being dead. Your words are quite lovely.

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    1. Hmm the man is still alive. I was trying to show the apathy of the crowd toward the man. Don't know whether i am successful at it?

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  5. Beautifully written Jini :). Everyday of our lives we rush through crowds at so many streets and roads that many a time we don't bother about those living on the streets in such crowds.

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  6. Such cold-hearted carelessness toward suffering. Well described here.

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  7. Such cold-hearted carelessness toward suffering and pain. Well shown here.

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  8. Dear Jini, Good story and sad too. There seems to be no hope for him. Well written! Nan :)

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