Poem | Chandramohan S.

Gauri Lankesh
(For all brave journalists)

After drafting a story as dark as a new moon night
Her signature was like an arc of hope.

Tales like a gridlock
Shredding our sheaf of horizons.

She didn’t need a masthead
A flag hoisted sky high
Altering the patterns of constellations-
All part of a story inked at day-break.

Before she saw the light of the day
The searchlights from the tower woke her up.

Her name reborn,
Part of another story
Another font.

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