How Did I?

by Kingshuk Chakraborty

My fervent words -

How they got free rein

To trample your heart

Beneath their feet!

After the storm has passed

I stand wrung out in pain,

Broken, numb, appalled,

Hung in shame

Before your silence,

Your detached destroyed land.

Oh God! Why I never thought,

It is yours,

Your own,

Curated

For your own emotional treats?

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