Shame At Bhiwandi Poem by Padmanabhan Ananth

Shame At Bhiwandi



A radical spoke on religion
A politician condemned him
And all hell broke loose
In the name of God

Men were mercilessly slaughtered
Buses, houses, fields burnt
Molotov cocktails, acid-bulbs, guns and bombs
Were used a plenty – in perversion

Blood flowed through streets
Possessions and dreams – shattered
Relations, relatives – all murdered
And hunger followed anger

Heavens uncontrollable, cried
Thunder and lightning struck
The city turned grey and gloomy
And the streets were flooded

Passions cooled, calmed
A few radicals were arrested
Life slowly turned normal
But the wound – would it heal?

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Written on July 11,1984, around the time when a religious riot took place at Bhiwandi in Maharashtra, India.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Padmanabhan Ananth 29 January 2014

Thanks Geetha. I'd written this 30 years back in a scrap book that I found among some of my old possessions. That was the trigger for my starting to write now. It's unfortunate that vandalism and mob culture are something we have to live with. No amount of laws, their enforcement or courts can bring in what's missing in basic civic sense. I should, like in one of your poems, thank Poem Hunter for giving us aspiring poets to express and share our views.

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Geetha Jayakumar 28 January 2014

Beautiful write. Very true said Will the wound ever heal? No choice left people have to go for their work, schools and colleges work as usual, Life seems to be turned to normal in a day or two...I had witnessed stone pelting in trains to stop the train, finally the train halted at Thane. All the ladies passengers just sat buried under the seat of compartment, we could see stones coming inside the compartment piercing glass windows of train. It was many years back...Next day the train ran as usual. Good topic you have chosen. Thanks for sharing.

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