It had hung there like bird in the sky
A shadow over amorphous existences
They eked out below stoking the fires.
It was a fly like their own puny selves
A fly over ,a shadow from sun’s heat,
A fly on the dribbling mango mouths.
It is no more shadow over their lives.
As fires rage below, there is nothing
Between them and hot summer sun.
( 22 people died and several were injured in a crash of an under construction flyover in Kolkata yesterday)