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)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Nice imagination, Nida. Read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks