Fools

The city is burning…

It was a noisy market till yesterday,

From colourful clothings,

To most beautiful decors,

And everything in between were sold and bought.

There were chatters and laughters…
Confectioneries sent the delightful 

Of fragrances that made stomach grumble,

And the most ambrosiac of delicacies-

Spreading its temptation in the air.

Kids giggled to school,

The residences nearby had an air of warmth…

Now none there, just smokes and fumes;

People panicking and fleeing…

Girls abducted, schools in ashes…

Letters killed, and motherhood-

Burnt alive in her solitude!

Baby in the womb begging for life!

Orphans, who belonged until yesterday-

Sobbing in silence, unable to comprehend-

The reality of loneliness!

God! You fools, God is in the eyes-

Of the one you look into-

If you look well, you will see yourself.

You won't see, you are blind.