That pitched dark night comes back to my mind,
I somehow had managed to return from the gallows of death
A body, cold wrenched and tired
A food saltless seemed very tasty
Losing houses, money and property
Hugging my brothers happily we were
People black, white, hindu and muslim
Believers of one god brothers all today
Fear of death is such a force of cohesion
Humanity everyone’s religion became to be
The elation of being alive
Of meeting relatives once again
An overcrowded bed, a cold autumn night
How peacefully and warm I slept
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