Tuesday, September 5, 2017

In memory of Gauri Lankesh *

Ha! Death be not so proud
To wash away a soul
Who never knew what religion is!
Death be not so proud
To take away a soul
Who has the dare to show
The world that
Death is the most irreligious incident.

(* Gauri Lankesh, a renowned journalist, who  has been murdered in Bengaluru, India,  recently )

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