My Hero
He was not more than twelve and I was just ten,
When in 1984, ‘they’ assassinated the PM in her den.
It was at her residence that the clay was kept.
Thousands of people reached to pay her last respect.
And we were one of them, daddy and the kids.
He was confused and afraid but for us it was the ultimate fun.
Suddenly the mob turned furious and went out of control
Nobody could help, not even those who were on patrol.
Carelessly people pushed and elbowed one another
Nobody thought for anyone, no one cared.
At that moment, two little arms surrounded me
And fought for my freedom,
I saw how he made space for me - my big brother.
Though he was crushed himself but helped me settle.
There in that dreadful situation he treated me like a petal.
It was when I was ten and he, not more than twelve.
Date: 05/01/2016
The violence in Delhi was triggered by the assassination of Indira Gandhi, the 4th Prime Minister of India .
Copyright © Archana Garg | Year Posted 2016
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