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Feb 2018
For every indifference
Bullet, was the answer
Innocently a baby asked,
Who are they?

In no time,
She was silenced
3-4 metals run her head

I was there to,
Witness the fest,
Till,
Gun was vacant.

Silent I was.
“Learned never to talk,
It’s a half filled,
what makes noise”,
that is what,
I was taught.

Silent I will be.

Then I,
Closed my eyes.
Closed my ears.
Closed my lips.

So that,
I could close my heart.
Genre: Observational
Theme: Syria Calling
Mystic Ink Plus
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Mystic Ink Plus  M/Nepal
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