Friday, September 3, 2010


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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