A Single Blunder
A Single Blunder
By Aryan Mukherjee
A gentle hum echoed through the windows,
The elephant rumbled along its path,
Her riders smiled, expressions coated in sun rays,
A lily blossom uncoiled its spathe.
The children exclaimed,
Their eyelids sent aflutter,
“A bridge!” they cried,
Their hearts warm as melted butter.
A few hearty laughs arose,
Their presence tinted with amicable aura,
Oh innocence, how illuminating it can be,
Just to be crushed, a dissipated beam of aurora.
The lily blossom shuddered,
A petal gently fell,
Then another, and another, and another, and another,
Until there were no more, just a spadix, whose comrades were sent to hell.
The clouds made their entry,
The light slowly subsided,
A wail erupted from an elephant,
Not ours though, this one’s misguided.
I watched with curiosity,
As we seemed to feel time slow,
Then suddenly the car bombarded us,
Our thumping heartbeats lost all tempo.
Honk! Buzz! Crash! SCREECH!
We tumbled out of sorts,
The world warped round and knocked us hollow,
The string unraveled from our shorts.
We’re sent spiraling,
Blood, glass, and tears,
A looming darkness consumed my vision,
Soul-sucking, the restoration of my greatest fears.
And like that, the elephant released one last wail,
Her crash the strikes of thunder,
And it came to me in those final moments,
All good things can vanish in a single blunder.
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