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Apr 2016
Ashes and smoke devour the world

As the ground turns a crimson red

Underneath the piles

Of bodies that lay curled

On their death bed

As the world does break

Through massacres and wiles

No tears shed at its wake
Kruti Joshi
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Kruti Joshi  Manipal
(Manipal)   
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