Reflections Poem by Shruti Goswami

Whose are the reflections I see!
On the lit wall,
Shadows of corpses being dragged
By children
Alike and different,
As death hung heavy like an envelope
Of cloud and smog
Lurking glances, hungry like a dog
The all pervasive fear now growing stronger,
Their tired feet unable to walk any longer.


And the world now gives a standing ovation
To the death of childhood
Strangling of realization
And the pseudo birth
Of an ill founded civilization.