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Death

Death is black

It is quick

It is slow

 

What does it taste like?

It’s like the salty tears

Which never stop flowing

 

It tastes like black soyabean

Which hungry children

Once ate

 

It’s in the mud

Which covers the graves

Of small bodies

 

It’s in the guttural cries

Of a wailing mother

And a stoic father

 

It smells like school books

Whose pages haven’t been turned

New, unused forever

 

It’s in an empty classroom

Where human life ceases to exist

And stray dogs sleep

 

It’s in a village

Which mourns the loss

Of its future

 

It’s in the empty playground

Where six friends once played

Now buried together

 

It’s in the eyes of a grandfather

It’s in the heart of a mother

And in the silence of a sister who cheated it

 

It’s in the green fields

And blue skies

And a pond which reflects everything

 

It’s in the apathy

And desensitization

Of the hordes who die, anyway

 

And the – oh, those poor children

So sad they died

It was somewhere in India, right?

 

———-

One month after the Mid Day Meal tragedy where 23 children died.

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