Withered noses smelt blood, br Killed by the fire of the desire! br To taste! br Wolves swam ashore br br Fangs spewing staccato venom, br Tongues abrading wounds, br Red seeps slowly, br Lambs are huddled, br Hounding wanton cry of joy, br Barn is burning br br Few ears are crying, br Music of the voice of beloved? br Head spins on the spindle of the city br Body is on stretcher br German shepherds tied duty bandana forehead, br Wolves are dead br Shepherd is sleeping! br br White capped ears are dud, blunt knife br Others opposites are filled with plastic, br Some think always talking is fantastic, br Numb in emotion, spastic br Tube is inserted in their mouth, br They are gagging now br Hooves on their chest br br Denizens of Bomb Bloodsbay, Citizens! br Stand on two legs, br Change the bleating voice br Take back, this is our barn br We have to plant flowers br -------------------- br Hisar,03, December,2008 after Bombay,26-28, November,2008br br Rajesh Kumar Vaidbr br