I walked the narrow by-lanes,
Of the city rampaged by riots,
Translucent glasses reflecting stains,
On windows dangling from empty holes.

Countless stones smeared with blood,
Slippers left deserted in the mud,
A grey dullness among colourful flags,
People trying to walk: but their footsteps drag.

An eerie silence among countless noises,
Endless retorts, empty voices,
The media is trying as much to ascertain,
Who did this for political gain?

Come back, come back innocence,
Don’t run away from this ghastly town,
You have nowhere to escape,
Every other city, every other place-your blasted destiny is the same.