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Shwetha Krishnan

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Shwetha Krishnan

Abstract

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The night 

Of the storm

Held me

In the grip of fear.


It was not so much 

My own pain and suffering 

But their blood-drenched

Faces that stared

Into the space.


Their eyes held no promise

And looked beyond me

Not once daring 

To meet my

Dying probing eyes.


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