The temple pond
full of fresh water
this monsoon
once again ripples
with happy shouts of kids
submerged last year's
sombre silence
when a little one
was fished out
from its green depths
low whispers of mothers
remembering the ghastly hours
the howls of not knowing
now drowned by
the ringing of temple bells
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Seema Kj
Seema Jayaraman
18 Jun 2019
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