मेरा शहर और दंगा

This evening,
air is flowing intermittently,
with full of pain
it seems that
giving shelter to
buried coal in the ashes ,

Me and your houses,
are on the next turn,
whither the crowd is going

Let it be, let it drop,
playing with the country,
this is enough, really enough,
tears of blood in eyes,
they cry and cry
till the end.

Friends, come on this evening
let give lights in the old eyes
we know light is not available in the house,
please give a burning lamp in the houses.

And in this city since the days ……..
no one burn the stove ……
If choosing to smoke anywhere ;
the body burns there,

first burn the houses of people,
and now showing a grief to public,
Here’s smoldering Bosoms,
because our loved ones have,
employed the fire.

Sushil ………