Calcutta Mishap Vol I !!
Amongst,
Thunder
of sand storm and desensitized mass,
Rumbling
over each other, to survive tempestuously
Screaming's
of Death over crushed vehicles
Shaped
an aura of ‘Hue and cry’
An old
man,
Sitting
at the corner of rustically shaded tea-shop,
sun rays,
through a peep hole, directly falling on his face,
trying
to soak, the splattered blood
on the calf muscle of his left foot,
torn apart a bit,
packed with dusts and stones,
from a
futile rag of a mechanic garage,
Randomly
asked the bystander,
With
disgust in his eyes and mind
"What's the count this time?"
