Someone quipped
Under the cloudless sky.
There is nothing to fear
We have seen the life and death.
Feel the pain and anguish.
Dust flickers through sunrays
On the narrow winding lanes.
The gateway looks forlorn.
Grenade explosions and gunfire died down
Broken window panes, bullet ridden doors
Sprinter marks, blood stains and wounds.
People wanted to have a closer look
Pictures clicked next to the damaged wall
As if on the killing fields.
Someone wrote on soot marred walls
What was it like to be here all the while?
Gopal Lahiri
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