A NATIONAL DAILY: FEW WERE KILLED

Unusual gory silence across the bay

Violent gales predict a storm

Polling pamphlets caught in fight

Unrest, murmur, sideways glance.

You and I go about our usual ways

Breakfast, lunch, snack and dinner.

Ringing phones disturb sound sleep

“Mob… killing… ransacking…

Torching houses… rape…

Blood…hellppp…"

Hello… hello!!!

Silence. Line dead.

Silenced. Dead. Murdered.

Faceless mob devoid of mercy

Helpless they, cease to exist.

Kashmir, Kashmir? We ask in frenzy

No, Bengal it is. Massacred.

Lamenting, reasoning why? Why?

We know why, you know why.