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When she heard the news:
Her lips quivered,
She oft-blinked her eyes
And pinched her hand,
To make herself realize –
She is not having a Black Dream.
I saw them:
Moving along the road,
With the Great Man
Covered with while clothes,
Chanting mantras with bowed heads,
On their way to SHAKTI STHAL.
Fate descended upon them
Bringing Catastrophe;
Their hopes went up in smoke, and
Wishes turned into ashes –
As the Great Man went back
To the lap of MOTHER EARTH.
Weeping over the untimely demise…
They spent sleepless nights,
They couldn’t accept the reality
And bear the loss –
Though they were aware
Of the Naked Truth – the death.
Oh! Could we ever win over ….?
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