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Mumbai: My India

                                  P K Padhy
            Divided in the darkness of faith

Mother runs ahead of emotional time

Her dearest she lost

Thunder of cry rains

And storm of grief blankets

Every one’s mind


God created us with purpose

At a distance in isolation

He might be repenting

To humans animals are far better


The blacken paints, anguish faces

Express the voice in silence

The Moon and the Mars awaiting next

Lament the conflicting human race


Rhetoric words from

The lexicon of revulsion

Busy sinking in distinguishing

Red  blood from the red.


Still in the thickness of tragedy

                                                Pigeons carry the message of love

Near the eclipsed palace we wait

For the new Sun to rise.



P K Padhy