This poem narrates what happened when the city was placed under curfew |
A City under Curfew The city burned and the gangs returned, Shops were plundered and the city rendered Unsafe for the not-so-bold and the old. The trouble had its origin in the region Where people fought and often wrought Havoc for silly reasons in all seasons. The reason on this occasion was ration Denied to one who brandished his gun Starting a fight causing utmost fright That grew into a riot upsetting the quiet Of the city which was truly a pity, As shooting was ordered because of looting. Black smoke rose as from burning coke Spiralling into the sky while firemen did try To put out the fire from many a burning tyre. Curfew was imposed and it was supposed To be the best step to effectively arrest The carnage and the resultant damage. Patrol vehicles to control the mob Criss-crossed the roads with loads Of men with batons and guns.. The streets were bare as none did dare To venture out, for if they flout, They would be caught and mercilessly shot. For days three, people were not free To roam the roads alone or in hordes As curfew in full force ran its course. The city came alive after days five When folk came out and moved about Still nursing a fear for their lives dear. Raghav R 8 Jan. 2019 |