They assembled for celebrations
Unaware, fiends were on the watch
Treacherously hidden in a truck
That rolled on the streets like the devil
The eagles and hawks confined inside
Armed and saddled with deadly bombs
Hungry for human blood like vampires
Driven out of graves to suck and bleed
Innocent lives
These depraved psychos
Inhuman to the core run off scot- free
To dig into the earth and hibernate
After their deadly deed
These moles are inhuman
Their ferocious teeth and wretched brain
Eggs them on to tear apart humanity
Animals do not kill unless hungry
Unlike these maniacs
Who are always hungry for human blood?
Oh, Lord! Where is thy poetic justice?
~Shobha Diwakar
Jabalpur, India
Life these days has become very unpredictable. We can never be sure whether we will return home or not once we step out of the house. Dr Shobha has very vividly painted a picture of this situation in her poem