Joy Makhal
Came the men-brave and skill,
To find the terrorist and kill.
Their tip-off- so credible....
And yet their actions untenable.
Fourteen brothers were they,
Returning after a hard,tiring day.
Bullets rained, died in pain....
The operation in vain, none to gain.
For the 'uniformed-men' said error,
But aren't the actions- a terror?
Empty laps of fourteen mothers,
Mournful eyes of fourteen fathers.
A Sunday not so holy,
This Hornbill not so jolly.
Out of the old Darkness born more nights.
Justice and accountability- the only light.
Empathy & condolences for the bereaved.
-From a brother who felt Nagaland a home.
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