Speaking of our troubled times,
the crowd seeks revenge.
Unthruths pitted against individual.
My heart bleeds, beneath this monstrosity,
point-blank you ask the question.
Give me a chance to recover
I am deeply perturbed today.
Mist is settling on hills.
Cannot see the world through the vision of sunless god,
and I am going to walk under a cloud.
Ruthlessly the dust moves on
covers the faces.
Normalcy is out of town.
People float like corpses.
Toothache hurts. Caries are very deep.
Pray that it stops. I cannot chew the words.
Submitted by Satish Verma.