Collecting more luggage
while moving on.
The hostages were left behind.
A chilling reminder.
Travel light.
Snow was not going to melt.
Water was rising in the eyes. They look hazy-
the church, the mosque,
the temple.
Violence. It was inside you.
You were walking in sleep
inattentive of mines.
As if you will walk through the fire-
ball unharmed.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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