Few words about the riots in New Delhi and the inhuman stories emanating out of the smoke and fire. 

Bruised and fallen
Crying in vain
Insane chorus
Drunk on revenge
Drowns out the whispers
Of the dying.

A man in a drain.
Eyes fixed and glazed
Blood oozing out
Muddying the drain.
Another for hours
Sprawled on the road
Siren wailing faintly
Many Miles away.

Silent wails , silent calls
Silent lanes and silent walls
Silent prayers on their lips
The Silent bells
Ring silently
Crying silently 
For the dead 


©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar 2020