Tito Mukhopadhyay

Smoke


Rupturing fear!

The shelling, the gunfire;

explosions coming nearer.


Smoke smears

the ground, the air,

thickening the layers of fear.


Tanks appear.

No time to plan, to prepare;

Sounds coming nearer.


Behind the smoke, the sky could be clear.

Beyond the fleeing, some dare

to stand up to fear,


Wanting to wipe their hearts clear,

to rebuild a sky once dear.