Vultures circle overhead,
a life was once at stake,
Perpetrators run amok,
Now a murder in their wake.
Eviscerated granite corpse,
Bowels strewn hither,
plagued by maggots,
in poisonous ether.
rooted down by nails,
as a ship ran aground,
vocal cords shredded,
they scream, utter no sound
Medusa was pursued,
She returned the favor,
a gaze one early morn,
gave a gift of labor.
The living now crumble,
and strive to be stone,
to grow, to prosper,
spread a virus to hone.
Fake brown slabs,
pretending to be earth.
trying to fill in,
yet widening the dearth.
The body has been raped,
pushed into, to complete,
yet a soul taken away,
its virginity in defeat.
In the disemboweled womb,
Now we as maggots thrive,
A death of a village stinks,
with the scent of a city alive
Arnab Mukherjee 