Victims Poem by Vinod Kumar U K

</>A huge crowd
Two salvators
One is the Ghost
and the other is sea


Millions of homelesses
Thousands are wounded
lucky guys are escaped
By the cool hands of death

Gunman cleared his ways
Tankers move easily
Over the red flesh field
With their flag of victory

Colourful refugee tents
Food packets and blankets
Smiling redcross guys
Doctors drip and strips

Lens and Pens medias
Analysis experts views
No final conclusions
In Gazza, Swat, Jafna

It is not a natural disaster
But a calamity in the Brain
One hand gave wepons
Other hand holds food