While traversing through the unknown

Traversing through the unknown…

Getting to know the world and its woes…

Fighting the dark and its crippling noises…

In the quest to find a serene place…

I knocked the door of a temple, thinking of it as a door to ethereal happiness and sanctity…

Little did I know that I would find it all smeared in blood…

Blood that smelled of brutality and inhumanity…

Blood that talked about the unheard voices and gut-wrenching touches…

Blood that was the mirror of the society we live in…

Blood that made us well and scream “JUSTICE FOR ASIFA” …

Payal

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