BELOW THEM…  By Neel Anil Panicker Below them,  the dark streets beckoned with crimson light.   Below them,  lay bare their dignity, or whatever was left of it.    The dark streets beckoned, Burying alive long lost memories; birthing newer superficial ones   With crimson light,   lives turned grimmer under all that glitter.  ©neelanilpanicker2017  #poem/haiku/troiku … Continue reading neelwrites/poem/haiku-troiku/#01/MLMM/