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