” but why “

 

 

” but why “

why these killings, of
souls innocent
.
for what gains, they
pluck these unflowered buds
.
innocent smiles, with
faltering steps
.
when
.
playful gestures
stuttered words
.
are the joys of home
delights of hearts
.
those
.
maniacs in guise
with human attire
.
walk into school
pump all bullets
.
their
.
screams and cries
unmoved those devils
.
chopped limbs
scattered flesh
.
nothing
.
touches them
with devilish laughs
.
victorious gestures
on weak and lame
.
they
c e l e b r a t e
.
while
.
i bury
my only flower

~ yathi

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