A Tribute to Uproar of Silence

All that was so clear sometime ago
seem to be opaque
As if,
someone has thrown a stone
to the still water

Unmoved by all these
she is in a trip to nostalgia
gathering a few fractured dreams

A rain would come
Perhaps…
And,
soak her
to bring her back

She will again feel shy
about her drenched semi-transparent clothes

Would also remember
many of them she knew are dead

In an uncountable steps to the Haveli in the alley
a hope perhaps would sprout

There are many more left
and a few children
who would come back running
to the river,
to the hillock
And
Bazar