Flyover

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)

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