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Hideouts On Fire

What dawn it is!
The night is leaving,
Along with its shy moon and twinkling stars!
This dawn in this part of the world...
...brings with it serial catastrophes...
...not heard of in yore days,
Everything of nature takes an ablution in the shower of light,
In the departure of night but I see,
The peace, silence, and tranquility running away,
Tears roll down my cheeks...
...as I see my village being cordoned...
...the whole village waking in sleep,
The smoke palling on the whole village!
Arising from the hideouts being set on fire,
There the young militants were hiding,
Pungent smell of the burnt corps awfully suffocating!
Eh, they were mad for freedom!

Hideouts On Fire

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