Screams In The Land Of Dreams! Poem by Anil Kulkarni

We started the day
With the whistling train
Happy and gay
Unknown of the wicked brain
Kids played on the plain
In the November rain
Few went in search of work
Was it their bad luck? ?
The ‘Others' entered the sea
We could hardly see
The ride till the gate was free
Others were more than three
Their minds were pilled
So that humanity could be killed
The land of dreams
Made sounds of screams
People were shot
As the commandos fought
Many lives lost
And Only one was caught! ! !
And He's yet to be taught…