The smoke and dust remained so fresh,
Made the whole world remark,
with tears!
The sharp stench of blood, human flesh,
emitted from the mark
on stairs.
Years after the Taj burned up high,
People are still alive,
in hearts.
The people who bid a goodbye
to ensure, we survive
the darts.
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An IT professional turned teacher, Kirti took into poetry writing during the lockdown last year. Apart from being a voracious reader, she enjoys music, sports, and drawing. She loves reading and writing across many Indian languages. She is a good orator and loves to recite poems.
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