Vultures hovering around
The sooty sky. Why are the
streets curfewed?
Why would they pelt-
And run?
Why would they hid
Behind the freshly demolished
Mandir or Masjid, whatever?
Seems they saw that
Roli on his forehead. Else
They’d not let him off.
The only fault,
She might have made today-
To get a sachet of powder
For the crying infant.
Braved the darkness,
To hide her veil.
Alas! She was shot...
Before she
Could kneel that Friday.
United they stand,
Dividing them all.
Every brick reads Ram or Rahim,
Until they fall.
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