the file that kept the tragedy
in its stomach intact left
hand-horse ridden
from the safest haven!
the poor villagers
mobilized by the extremist crusaders
fell prey to Khaki bullets...
sprung up upheaval
surged and swirled;
the ruling chair
moved from Writer`s building
to the new Nabanna.
how will now truth be exhumed
from the calm grave of bloody history?
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