The wheels of time grind on
A day ends as another is born
The dust settles on the blood, time starts the healing
Yet the loneliness lingers, the hunger, the mourning.
A Thursday comes, a Thursday gone
A day when a brutal death was born
Hundreds lie amidst the burning smoke; their bodies torn
Your brother’s father, sister’s husband, mother’s son.
As Assam cringes; a faceless terror is reborn.
Reach out your hand, link yours in mine
Let the night end, the rays of dawn again shine
Join in sorrow, join in joy
Just for Assam; together we will; together we can.
- Siddhartha Sarmah, Sheffield, United Kingdom.