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Marks Of Woe

written by: Dr Santosh Bakaya

@santoshbakayamagazine

 

On a warm Saturday night, London Bridge reveled
Unbeknownst, that the revelry would soon be bedeviled.
Into the dark, drizzly night, came a monster, unannounced.
Brutality rang with a loud bang; celebrations were trounced.
The refrain of hate, now held sway.
Men stabbed and slashed at revelers, merry making
Alas, which long pent-up blood lust were these demons slaking?
On London Bridge, the rain pitter-pattered
Insanity reigned; the joyous bonhomie was battered.
Chaos and helter –skelter confusion
Screams, shouts, gunfire.
The white van swerved right, hit left.
People watched horror- struck; bereft.
In indignation utter, the waves leapt
And the Thames wept.
On the sidewalk, a silhouette stood rooted
His ancient eyes, marking the people for, ‘Marks of weakness’.
But he saw none; knuckling away the ‘marks of woe’
Weeping and choked, beleaguered folks
Resiliently moved on, to a morn just born,
Where the graffiti on the wall
Said, ‘London Bridge will never fall down’.

 

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

A poem triggered by the recent London Bridge terror attack on 3 June 2017.

Dr Santosh Bakaya

Dr Santosh Bakaya

An academician, essayist-novelist -poet, I have an insane passion to write about everything under the sun or the moon! Some of my books like Ballad of Bapu: [a poetic biography of Mahatma Gandhi] and Where are the lilacs? [a collection of 111 peace poems] have been internationally acclaimed. Flights from my terrace is my ebook of 58 essays on Smashwords .
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