By Nilima Chaudhary:
Painted with blood,
echoing with lifeless pain.
Empty spaces inside,
fuming with shame.
Revengeful sensations;
a routine game?
Bodies charred,
lay in chaotic fashion.
Amidst lost identities
and a not-so-sweet surrender.
Rumpled arrays of
fine sophistication.
In the palpitating world,
dwells the revulsive mind,
bordered with obvious fear.
Beneath the camouflaged faces
lie questionable lives,
surrounded with illusionary freedom.