It Happened Poem by Satish Verma
It Happened
Born out of hate
condemned to fear from each other,
the race lives, the race dies.
The loser finds a quotient
to dig a mass grave
for innocent paeans.
My stains were bigger than you.
In no man’s land, a corpse
is lying unattended.
A terrorist strikes in the house
of god, who will not react
in the face of a massacre.
Death will not atone
the grief of a child,
whose mother did not come back.
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