Diversity was welcomed with open arms
Excavation of culture
Callous shift of target.
Brutal weeding out, all in a day’s work
Maybe retaliation will bring harmony.
Rushing headlights. Swarms heading to work.
Many clumped together. Few reclining in wheeled enclosures.
`Sir’ ignores the deprived tot tapping on his car’s window
Maybe pity just got locked inside.
Oscillating snakes filled with people
Inches away, tear-filled eyes stare.
She stands unconsoled, suffocating in the crowd
Maybe invisible compassion wiped her tears
A steep ladder, the struggle to rise
She lies below them, to get above them
Ignores jeers but weeps amidst success
Maybe a virtuous virgin mourns inside
Their clasped hands A daily ritual.
Strings pulling them in different directions
Time wins the race. One becomes two.
Maybe their hearts still walk together.
Spirited youth injected with animosity
He smears his hands with innocent blood
Regretless. Fearless. `Knowlegeless’. He dies
Maybe death awoke his human side.
Torn by terrorism, choked by corruption
Drenched in blood, yet the city rises.
Is it Spirit? Or Strength? Or Resilience?
Maybe there’s no other choice.