| Saturday, 25 April 2026 | Print
After the war was over
I stumbled back to the epic massacre,
windows and walls were full of sky ,
smoke-roofs yawning grey
as if in a slumber,
no one to greet,
as the victorious blood river
shouted down our frozen street;
There’s nothing left to remember,
after the war was over.
Copyright@Kakoli Ghosh ( Moon Drops)
Posted 10:30 pm | Saturday, 25 April 2026
globalpoetandpoetry.com | Faruk Ahmed Roni
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