Wednesday, September 29, 2010

MIRROR


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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