Broken-Mirrors
by Amitabh Vikram I Butterflies in my garden-yellow, pink and grey Used to flutter about in a wintry sunny day A ray of hope used to touch their colorful hue Spreading joy and a brightness new In my eyes I used to see a new zest In a divided humanity in the heaven’s nest II Now they fight for black and white on their sides And a piece of land for that only death will chide But they slaughter each other, and they cry Till madness evaporates and blood turns dry Heaven became hell’s gate, and deaths now play Flies flutter around today- yellow, pink and grey |
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