It was an ancient satwik night,
Azure like the ocean rain,
I framed my sight from a rooftop scene,
Saw the city shudder and weep,
A million shredding shrieking voices,
Rose like an apocalyptic flood,
Pools of spite painted red,
Swirled around dead buildings,
And that was the first time,
I heard myself cry...
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