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Jul 2016
Hiroshima was destroyed
by the infuriation
of the 'Little Boy'
By extraordinarily intelligent
3 pound brains
and by few well trained
subservient hands

When you were
sitting in your arm chair
and thinking
of
colouring your grey hairs,
each part of a city
a colourful, beautiful city
was burning helplessly
and
what remained was
powder of burnt
innocent eyes, veins, bones
and humanity
in the air

Radiance of morning sun
was no more bright
Nothing was left,
that could be termed as red, pink, blue
or white

Ask
open eyes of the dead bodies.
those were not turned into ash
they might have seen
struggle of sun rays
to cross the air above
them
dark and black

But in that acute darkness,
where even dreams were
not able to
cultivate hope,
each dead body protects
a small bright area
may be a tiny spot
from the radiations
under them

and those were the areas
where
camellias popped up
in that spring
again
We are leading a modern free life above the feeling of colour, race, religion and superstitions because few people in the past sacrificed their life.
If you feel and believe that things in your surrounding will make the world sink into darkness, you should give a trial to change them. Before that be ready and throw out all your inhabitations, limitations and invalid imaginations from your pocket
Because you may die, but you can save some brightness below you dead body, radiance of which can make the whole world shine again
Puspanjali Sahu
Written by
Puspanjali Sahu  Kolkata
(Kolkata)   
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