Lingering around town

Is a man dressed in bichrome–

With a splash of night on one side

And a spill of milk on the other–

Separated by

F

E

A

R

He runs through the streets

Laughing mercilessly

At the perished entities lying on the grass.

He etches the ground

With a foot-long gun

Dividing the plain

Into wings of wrath

(Pure disdain)

He speaks as if

All of this is his

(The audacity)

But little does he know

He is being followed–

Not by a single soul

But by a million others–

Which wear the veil

Of harmony and crusade

And smell of vengeance.

They feed on his bellow

(This is endless)

Brutality.

Abhor.

Barbarity.

Revolt.

Youth.

And one day–

Justice.

Mira Sehgal, Amity International School, Noida

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