Remnants of a clash -show
On the highway to HE's office
Sobbing silently all over in disarray
Are the teargas canisters
Broken artificial limbs
Placards, banners and boards
Clutches and pieces of rags
Beaten heroes on stretchers
Reminiscing immediate past
against distant past of theirs
Reflect, heroes laid down are luckier
While general masses glue their eyes
To TV screens of popular channels
Being inquisitive of, if not anything else
What why and how it happened
Ex-war heroes' kith and kin
Rush ‘n Assemble in accident wards
Attending to needs of their breadwinners
Of heroism, being condemned
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