From an Afghan Girl: Songs of the Dead

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A poignant poem about a in a war-ravaged place by Deeya.

I gather pollens from the
while among the rugged terrains- In this land
the song of ‘jehad’ floats every now and then

the air is heavy with
the stench and smoke
of and

She waits, her henna-dyed hands
‘Bashir’ embossed in them

Somebody’s bringing the ‘kafan’ again…
before the nuptial song’s over

is smuggled into these very
every now and then…

Note: Jehad: Holy war in Islam
Kafan: Shroud

©Deeya Bhattacharyaal,

Pic from Net.

Deeya Bhattacharya

Deeya Bhattacharya

Born at Durgapur, West Bengal, Deeya Bhattacharya- a PG in English Literature and a Graduate in Education from the University of Burdwan. Her poems and articles have appeared in several National and International journals, websites, E-zine, besides several anthologies. Member of Poets International, She has read her poetry at quite a few fests. She teaches English and Poetry at a State Government High School.
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