Holocaust Poem by Nida Nawaz

Holocaust

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I can see it well up
In the eyes of my own 'protector'
A gruesome look
More unnerving than the reminiscence
Of General Dyer's cruelty

I can scan
Broad details of the hitlist
Concealed by an extremist within the pages
Of a religious tome

I can detect
Behind the white starched robes
Of poltical bigwigs
Petty brokers of my nation's wealth
And worth

I can sense it lurk behind
The enticing smile of a beautiful girl
A clear intent of treachery
Yet fall for it helplessly

I can hear shrieks of agony
Issue forth from a female foetus
Mocking at the precision of new age technology
And challenging all constitutional guarantees

I can smell the fragrance
Emanating from every single blister
That forms and bursts
On the work beaten hands
Of a bonded labourer

I can detect inside tricky corridors
Of an emaciated democracy
The true saffron colours
Of a dreadful snake
Working it's way up the Parliment

I sit up and ask
What wrong the innocent lad had committed
To lose his life
In crossfiring

I try and evaluate
The worth of a gallantry award
Earned for
Fake encounters.

I suffer and suffer
The queer phenomenon
Of prayer beads
Turning into bullets
And godly concerns
Issuing forth
Through blazing guns

Caught in the midst of this holocaust
I wonder
How I have been able to secure myself
And hold back a sea of mysterious dark secrets
In the depths of my eyes.

(Translated from Hindi By Ashfaq Lone)

Wednesday, February 22, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: fearful
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jazib Kamalvi 11 February 2018

Write comment. Nice imagination, Nida. Read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks

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