No Justification, Yet Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

Do not ask me why
This is how I hold on to -
A few words in the morning
Doesn't matter whether they
rhyme or not
Poetry! I do not know
You may call it an attempt
to survive,
To open eyes even when
they refuse to open,
This is how it is
This is what has been.
Far away, the fighter jets
are raising dust,
I feel what it means to a mother
to lose her only son,
I know what it means
for lovers to part away suddenly,
I have seen loss, insecurity,
faith and its absence,
All exist,
existed in the past,
In future too,
No justification, yet
Perhaps pride, perhaps
prejudice.
Words!
They save me from death
And I submit them to
poem hunter
Just to express my heart,
my mind,
my existence, feelings,
all...... all.
That's how it is,
That's how I wish
it becomes................