Shimanta Bhattacharyya


A Lament For Their Eyes

(For my ULFA brethren who are either dead, dying or will die)

They want to shut their eyes, they cannot
The red, lidless eyes gape like festering wounds
They are struck with a strange sickness
They are struck with the seeing sickness of the sky
The sky sees everything. The sky is one enormous eye
The sky never stops seeing. Seeing everything all at once
The eyes too can see everything. But only in patches

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