Raviya Humaira

The night smoke carries out the riots of innocents, The city is a menace to many unknown events. The cries, the screams are still there. To the bodies lying low that once had life. Crimson paint covers the night of 18th July. Bodies running numb and cold to a deadly scene. They're deafened and blind by the power now, Who to call for help when the pain makes us scream? Blackout spread to even the last corners of the country, Blood stains sweep over the red and green.

I. Total darkness engulfed the small town as the power outage continued for hours. People stumbled around, trying to find their way in the pitch-black streets, while the sound of generators filled the air. As the night wore on, the darkness seemed to take on a life of its own, causing unease and fear to spread among the residents. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the power came back on, and the town was bathed in the warm glow of light once again.