Tito Mukhopadhyay

Smoke

Rupturing fear!

The shelling, the gunfire;

explosions coming nearer.

Smoke smears

the ground, the air,

thickening the layers of fear.

Tanks appear.

No time to plan, to prepare;

Sounds coming nearer.

Behind the smoke, the sky could be clear.

Beyond the fleeing, some dare

to stand up to fear,

Wanting to wipe their hearts clear,

to rebuild a sky once dear.

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