Humbug of Death by Ananya S Guha

Whenever riots take place
( in India), bird’s nests soften
how often
the heart is the matter
and matter dirt, filth
opening our arms we
squeal at redness of blood
human good
and whenever there is spiralling of bullets
graves open themselves
horizons of death.
there is a third degree assailant
fourth degree torture
variation in  names- jungle to jungle
militants, terrorists, extremists
assortments of fire
humbug of  death.

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