No collateral damage,
No causality.
Life goes on its way
With formalities
And also with
All informality.
At times
I face
Hybrid terrorist.
At other times
I smile with rosy,
All explosives,
All improvised.
With the question of
Security I proceeded
To encounter facility
Provided at this height.
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