Another new day...
The day, rather special to them,
they, clad in white, together,
went to the sacred place,
in perfect bliss
to celebrate the day,
together with their own.
What they were unaware of was
the social vices awaiting them.
Their world of Utopia didn't last...
Boom!
Everything scattered to pieces...
The white attires splashed in crimson...
Hampering their rituals,
it only afflicted pain upon them.
Now...
with a whole year passed,
still the scars unhealed...
The remaining scars will only dig deeper.

This poem is in memory of the ISIS attack to Sri Lanka in 2019. It has already been a year since that happened. Looking at the left over victims and those who have lost their loved ones, I felt an overwhelming sting of pain, just thinking about their situation. The only way I can think of to pay my greatest sympathies is this. So...here it is!

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