Reflection
Against all odds
We grow
Impossible situations
Test our patience
This too shall pass
A catch phrase
Difficult to believe in
Witnessing bombs
Charcoal babies' bodies
Unrecognizable to none but
God.
Fed by the purest source
We grow
A legion of
Faithful, discreet servants
Of the one
God
Who sees us, even
When we are unrecognizable.
Burnt, dead bodies
Murdered by…
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Posina Venkata Rayudu
