Light shatters the glass stained

pieces sepulchral in peace whited

Doves bear not the span of eagle

Nor the peacock's proud display

Of Life in all its glorious affray,

The mosaic lies in the dust

Too dazzling to the unseeing eye

Blood lines like ink rusted

like the converted coloured

are the panes by  the paint of pain

like memories  bruising the temples

cold sweat on the brow

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dedicated to the memory of those tortured and murdered in Goa by the Portugese Inquisition