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Nov 2015
"Perhaps I am late" perplexed he thought and rushed forward,
the place was deserted as if an invisibleΒ Β cloud of grief has descended.
The intermittent gun shots , he mistook as the beginning of  fireworks,
he stepped on the manicured lawn, wondering where all others had gone.

He stopped stunned,blood was splattered allover, there a night began .
K Balachandran
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K Balachandran  Kerala, India
(Kerala, India)   
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