Sanity, frozen into the abyss of nothingness
Trembles with the uncertainty
Of the weight of grief
Humanity, crystallised behind
The ribs of a crone
Rattles in the hollowness
Of an infinite space
Peace, tethered to
A dead man's soul
Struggles with the helplessness
Of unavoidable doom
Nationalism confined to
The tunes of "Bharat mata. ."
Shouts out loud from the
Shreds of a ripped flag
Here, grief rules
Hollowness defines
Helplessness spreads
And nationalism collects shreds
To unfurl a flag. . .
