UNTITLED
the fatal venom of hatred again

spilled on the road, fangs didn't

recognize ours or aliens, blood
hadn't philosophy of prejudice, it
flown on the street, walk as you
wish on the surface of pain, tear
drops, screams, bleeding hearts,
may be one day gate of heaven
to be permit you for entry, write
on the pious shrine the names of
dead innocent souls for blessing,
-- SHANTANU SANYAL