smiling silence call deepti naval
nothing is rooten
nothing is black
...
brutality is not beauty
my dear altaf n afzal
afgan will cry nomore
afganis will bleed never nomore
...
in the single room
dreams of yesteryears
yesterdays drips…
...
fencing fights for fruits
a posthumous play
venom in the voice-
...
into homelessness
today suddenly I woke up from deadness
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on the eve of children’s festival, numaligarh 23rd oct.2009
the child in you
...
in utter immortal throb
like a wingless bird you are flown
as if in deep penance
for human pain
...
…how
what is the secret victory you triumph over
what is that in that eyes-like the calm blue sea
...
inside eachother
…in this silence in this darkness
lights just caressed the darkened hues
...