The ‘wild fire’ spread
thousand tongues far and
wide
swallowing all that
came in their way
even not leaving
the last remnants
depositing a huge
heap of ash.
The poor slum dwellers
cried loud beating
their chests
finding nowhere to
go
some remaining mute
helpless spectators
as such incidents
visit like a demon
often
making a bonfire
of everything.
The little girl child
sat alone in a
corner watching the
pile of ashes
her tears welling up
over the loss of
prizes she kept like
all she had held close
to her bosom daily
her invaluable treasures
all eaten
away by the demon.
The memorabilia
she was gifted in
the presence of an
august audience of a foreign nation
will be etched on
her walls of memory for life.
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