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

Waiting for the doorbell to ring,
Or just a single Phone call.
Even a single message will suffice,
That he is safe and alive.
The fire and the smoke,
and hell on the streets.
Television blaring callously,
Depressing news.
As Debates and shouting,
Numbs her mind.
A piercing fear,
Suddenly rises in her heart.
What if the doorbell,
Never rings.
What if the phone call,
Never comes.
What if the wait,
Is an unending wait ?