Treasure Island

Hardik Vaidya

(26 Dec 1969, I won't be dead till you know I am alive. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

Boston to Bangalore Terror Sparks.


Bangalore and Boston
Life's, humans, people.
Terror's tremors
Boston becomes a Nation
Bangalore remains Bangaluru
Petty politics
No praise, perhaps no presence of Paramedics
No heroes
No Barack
No Bostonians
No Americans
No Indians
No Humans
Only bites, of sounds
Just clipped, News
Do you need more proof my brothers?
Isn't it true and so stark?
We are a land of farts.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 03, 2013

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There was a bomb blast of a smaller proportion in the City of Bangalore in India today. It is evident In india we weigh the injured, dead and maimed and till they don't reach a critical weight mass number we don't feel a bump. Life goes on. A certain minimum few tons of people have to be butchers in one go, looks like it. And they cannot be cops and political party workers.

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