By
Vishal Ajmera
Resonance
Resonance;
of words, not sound.
Grief stricken, war struck
hungry cries.
Of children, of feminine folks
surviving a mighty war
survived a thunderous revolt.
Resonance;
of cold red drops of blood.
Flowing like a gigantic river;
in a free-flow.
All mortals now
aghast and laid to rest.
Merely few souls
with deep lasting breath.
Resonance;
of lovely memories.
Tangled with this place.
All twirled and twisted now
with
human disgrace.
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