Ajit Das Poems

When the sky is azure blue,
the horizon draws a line
between heaven and earth.
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The dark thins out, the landscape
stirs slowly with hints of life;
the day begins for the old man living
in the house across the road.
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When they were butchering innocent children
for revenge or using them as human shield,
enacting the most gruesome act of inhumanity,
another scene of a child giving life and light:
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When I am alone with myself,
your face still surfaces
from the heaps of old memories.
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Eklavya, the forest dweller Nishada, motivated
by his intense desire to excel in the art of archery,
approached Dronacharya, the royal Astra-Guru,
imploring to accept him as one of his disciples.
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Thick December fog wrapping around,
she had left the office after night shift.
Suddenly she found her bank card missing
and no money to hire a taxi or board a bus.
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‘You said it' - this discomforting reminder
to big egos, stripping away their masks,
bringing out the buffoon from leaders,
outwardly hallowed, inwardly doublespeak,
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Mother India! We are all your children,
adoring you, chanting ‘victory to thee'.
But, as in a family, we grow unequally:
many privileged, many more neglected.
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Bent on a pair of crutches
he makes his tentative move.

Stretching the left crutch
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A bony figure in tattered dress,
hair dry, unkempt, face unshaven,
but his eyes in the sockets burning –
is it the fire of hunger or rage?
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