At the distant verge of the horizon
slowly submerging is the weary Sun
with reddened face
bidding grudging adieus
...
A demon garbed as human
raped a lame and naive woman!
The earth didn't crack! !
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Closed eyes too can see
Visuals on heart-easel
Tight lips too can speak
In eloquence expressive silence
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MOTHER’S PLAINT
Smoke pipes are sprouting
Far and wide like iron saplings
Spiking through her tender flesh
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He lost his parents
In communal riots
But he forgot it!
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MY STRENGTH
What is in life, so great?
Hard times arrive to hurt
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Who killed whom?
How many died
our men; their men?
Crushed flesh and bones
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You ask me: what I expect
Well! It is just a ‘date'.
While the abetting inky night
is writing down a tasteful menu,
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