Communal Riots
the soul perfected in originality
strengthened by divinity
of a new born baby
whose first cry
came with full might
from the window of a dark room.
the same soul, years after
darkened
by glare of worldly matters
akin to an avidful pursuit
of a rat in an alley,
rested on the pale faces
being snatched of humanity
it was the mosaic of
these dark souls
that showed
human’s wicked weapon
blunt and rusted for years
sharpened yet again
for political measures.
Narinder
Copyright © Narinder Bhangu | Year Posted 2016
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