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Apology to His Sunshine
by Apoorvo Chakraborty There was a knight once. In the days long forgotten, In a land long lost. He had blood of thousands on his hands, The most feared and the most wanted one. The Knight of Death they called him, But not anymore. No, now he was a doctor, Trying to wash his hands, hoping to clean those stains of red. Travelling from one village to another, But never staying long, In paranoia of his past catching up. Until he saw her The sun shining at her face, And that smile that looked more vibrant than the rays themselves. The doctor fell and so did she, His sunshine he called her. His sunshine who made him stay They kept themselves a secret, or so they tried. Her sister saw them once, But did nothing to stop them. For how can someone in love, See two lovers apart. But then it happened. They had gone out of the village, on a mountain, She had always wondered what the view would be like from there. He told her who he was, his past, His secrets and the horrors he had done. He had expected that she would give him a look of hatred, that she would run away, And it would be time to move on again. But all she did was embrace him and whispered ‘I love you, my doctor.’ Such was the beauty of his sunshine. But little did he know, back in the village, His past was catching up, Looking for the infamous knight. They both were returning to the village but they could already see it, Burning homes are after all easy to spot. He had realized what had happened. They ran and ran till they reached her house, And then stopped dead in their tracks. And he saw his sunshine broke down in tears, Her whole world destroyed, and he was responsible. Her parents were hurt, and her sister lost her love, All because of him. He wanted to apologize to each of them, Apologize to each one of them, Especially her sister, who had hidden their love. And what did he do in return? For he was in love, And he had separated two lovers. But he could do none of those, Just watch his sunshine take all the guilt. And there was then a knock on the door, They were here to take him. ‘I will be back’ is all he said, looking for the sword he had hidden away for so long, ‘Come back as my doctor please?’ she asked. ‘I promise, cross my heart,’ he said, And dropped the sword. |
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