HARSHDEV MADHAV
In the riot
The words of peace are
burnt
The clothes of unity are
pulled
Universal of humanity is
robbed
The body of Ahimsa
(non-violence)
is torn into pieces.
The “Shanti-mantra” of
Rishis
is lost
In the streets swallow in curfew
The truth of poet
is ruined in ash with
innocent houses
The religious austerity
of saints
is grieved in torn limbs
of People
Goddess Muse is
imprisoned
in the pages of books
The deserted milk-cabin
awaits
the dry-lip crying child
In closed medical store,
The life of dying person
is packed
The fire-ended by Fire
Brigade
is burning in the hearth
of widow
which has lost everything.