The Mystery Of The Misery

Was it plunder, loot, raid or ransack

 Pillage, protest, lust or loose track 

The devastation is visibly painful to the eye 

The pain and suffering and the wail and cry 

What could be the reason? Could it be treason?

Could it be sheer brutality at its ugliest?

could it be just the Poll seasons worst bet?

Lumpen elements running riot all over unashamed?

The Goons and Godmen donning their robes to disrobe  the maidens to shame 

Was it an orphanage or a haven for the destitute and alone?

Driven out forcibly, for lack of funds to run the home 

Was it the general ward of a local hospital?

The doctors may have erred and the public turned lethal 

Was it a Sanitarium for the sick and convalescing? 

Who had no stamina to resist the patronising

Was it a bug house for the mentally challenged?

Whipped and whisked away for their lack of understanding.

Could it be a girls or boys hostel?

Taken away for pedaling drugs and liquor bottles 

Maybe it was a dormitory for the working minstrels 

Who were attacked when they were saying their prayers 

Whatever it was, the intruders mauled and marauded the inmates of the place 

The people were shivering and scared to the bone, to face 

Were dragged, beaten and thrown out of the place 

Could it be caste prejudices or class confederates?

Or the 'Gorakshaks' smelt a cow and hence came in legions?

 

Whatever it was, the room looked gloomy and drab, and the beds, tell a different story 

Visibly, a lot of violence and contempt seen behind their motives

Time alone shall solve the misery of the ransacked room exclusive