12 stycznia 2015
I WAS CLOSING THE WEEPING CHAPTER
When terror strikes,
fear inside you
makes a hissing sound,
breaks the vessel.
Pain spurts out.
Your limbs swell like sapphires
in a naked suffering.
You were searching the face
of your dead brother on burning ghat.
And then on, it pours.
Babies were burning in incubators.
Blasts devouring the eyes,
ears and noses.
But the dredging will continue.
Irrespective of ocean of death
leaping to fragile shores
till the waves send back the relics.
Whom shall I call for condolence
in the thick of fog?
I was closing the weeping chapter.
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