The City

By Vedant Dhanjal

There was fire in the lanes –

The lanes of heart.

Yet, the residing blood was cold.

The invader had trampled the streets,

Ruining with each step, a piece of peace –

The peace that was unbreachable.

Yet, the residing blood was calm.

She used the candle in the friendly dinner

To torch the town –

The town that welcomed her.

Yet, the residing blood was unaffected.

The city went dark by the betrayal,

And grey clouds reigned the skies –

The skies that were pink with love.

Yet, the residing blood was red.

By Vedant Dhanjal