Poets

We pay homage to martyrs Lay a wreath and offer prayers The mortals don’t remain permanent The heroes are remembered for their movements

Speak nothing which is unpleasant Devoid of all courtesy and literally absent It is absolutely essential to remain away This is necessacity of the day

You were told to contain the violence Everything was burning in our presence There was no alternative than to fire We knew there will be outrage and people will not admire