Violence By Sayani Mukherjee Wanderings amidst snow cradled stairs Lily footed innocence A lighthearted Soaking A Feather-like elusive disarray. Then a leopard at night Humanoid force The violence is foggy My tainted mirror sees it The masks of forked paths A string, a right left child's play. After a nanosecond speed The bullet proof vest Marching through For virtue Death and dreaming Glassinobs scented handkerchief Shorting of breaths Death over death's bosom. The power of a couplet The pinching truth Salty with each throb. The leopard runs deep down Forests and pillars Authority holds the shadow The sceptical insomnia A sharp finish Morphine sleep, time's hole. Hours hold on. The river runs through Shadows and bones Chess game and vigilant mistress A dark hell with my resistance. I can't lie with the River. It sees through A wise grandmother and a woolen muffler. Coils the structure Men with law enforcement Country's growth spurt. The children feed on Winds and brain smoked intelligence. The play is ironic. A blind stare. Aborigines instincts a creepy vestibule The river rings on A music to ears Lily footed innocence It holds the strings alright A juggler. Mass extinction Nature's yearnings A blood dripping amazonian finish. It devours.