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The Arson

Writer's picture: Sindhuja Sindhuja

I remember the night of the campfire

Before the dawn of the new year

Surrounded by people,

their joy and hopes for the future

All dancing in the golden light

and the warmth of the flame.

The crackling of the fire,

drawing in all the eyes.

But now all I see is a matching

Glittery conflagration

that has taken over- fiery red,

angry, assaulting and merciless.

Are these your emotions, dear earth?

But you laugh unnaturally and say

Let’s be honest, not like you don’t know

which one of us started this fire…

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