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.