I was there two weeks ago and share the grief with the French and show my solidarity with my lines!
Paris killings
White ants have crept in
Eating away a few of my cherished books,
‘Rare,’ they indeed were,
I shall though not raze my home
Just to kill the incorrigible vermin;
I announce loud, that I shall write,
Rewrite all my lost books,
And all the beautiful trees
On the boulevards and the woods
Weep now,
Praying that they be chopped
To make unending reams of papers;
The ever-flowing waters of Seine
Begging to be used as ink;
The destroying white ants
Shall soon begin
Eating their kind
Annihilating their clan;
Roses shall again bloom
On the graves of the martyrs,
The tears of the near and dear
Will once again revert clean,
The river, now red,
With the blood of the French dead!
Sampath Kumar
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