Debarati Banerjee, India

Not Categorized Poems

KASHMIR

There are boundaries, there are wires
At Dawn, At Dusk
There are barbed Wires.
Cannot restrict the birds, cannot restrict the air,
Cannot restrict the unfathomable desire innate
But the wires are there.

It was not meant to be a cage
It was not meant to echo silence
It was not meant to stop a child’s play.
But blood has frozen there.
The haze lifts, the vows dissolve.
But human hypocrisy does not stop somehow.

Alive they are with the essence of death.
Dark, oh very dark, the future beckons
A celebration of pain, survival’s embrace, bereft of faith.
Lost in melancholy, or politics perhaps.
A piece of heaven is far far away.

Ownership for some, right for the rest.
Brutality has prevailed with merciless zest.
Tenderness, an isolated word, flies before it emerges.
Silence now claims its due.
And yet a voice whispers within……
It strives and thrives and still survives
Oh, the indomitable human spirit entailed.

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