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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