A sudden jolt of terror,
gazing at a ghoul standing by.
Lashing a dialogue, bitter for my soul
and a scenery toxic to my eye.
A canvas of corpses burying on a trolley
and no one to answer my Why.
A sudden jolt of terror,
gazing at a ghoul standing by.
Lashing a dialogue, bitter for my soul
and a scenery toxic to my eye.
A canvas of corpses burying on a trolley
and no one to answer my Why.
DIGITAL BATUTTA 
Kriti jo bhi ho be careful 🙂 terrorism is a disturbing topic and what is more crazy is their claim that they do it for religion or god.
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kriti i was not even sure what you were trying to say.was it terrorism?or earthquake or something? 🙂
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Oh, i took a tour to Old Delhi recently and it was very chaotic. The poem is about my experience there, how early mornings were filled with butchered animals and the narrowness of the lanes, everything that makes old Delhi fascinating, also makes it highly disturbing.
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Ha ha 🙂 sorry ok?
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:’)
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