Theme: Social

Taking Stock

(Dedicated to Kashmir and its many sorrows)

Snowballs springing through the air
And warm winter smiles...
The cheer has returned to the Valley
After a long, cold, dreary summer
Of heartbreak, blood and the staccato of boots.

The paths lie white
And stretch out to me,
Ribbons of white hope
After crazed despair.

And beneath?

The red of past violence
The agony of spilling gore
The mutiny of desperate minds
And the stillborn hopes of a nation.

I have lost count of my compatriots
Who lie in the undersoil.

I stand here, by the door,
Gun at the ready.
But whose tears are these I weep?
Whose smiles I smile?
Whose waiting is this I wait?
Whose hopes I hope?

I have lost count of my compatriots
Who lie in the undersoil.

06-Aug-2006

More By  :  Sucharita Dutta Asane

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