write

And cryptic I write

And I realise.
The war is over.
Much annihilation.
Much gore.

Burnt down dream-houses.
Tattered clothing.
Dusty shoes.
Cavity laden teeth.

Mouldy skin.
Movement restricted.
Loss of kilograms.
Resources depleted.

Greenery eroded.
Judgement corroded.
Suddenly I rhyme.
And cryptic I write.

Varun Rajagopalan.

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