The Sun Drinks my Lemonade

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An intense protest poem by Aparajita, in .

The sun drinks my lemonade,

Stoic of the clouds

That swell up with my tears,

Husbanding a water we have

Abandoned and aborted;

And made Kashmir

A dry liquor!!


The lout sun-splashed my lemonade.

It trickled down her skirt;

She shrieked in fear,

A ravenous sipping;

Her sleeps dead within her.


The sun gulps down the sugar cubes,

Swathing my emotions

I garnished my lemonade with;

Waxing his trip to Kashmir,

A lazy day in the snow,

The picturesque white snow,

Polished with money,

Flowering in the ‘ of India.’


But my lemonade loves to grow stale—

A scathing red.

So will the sun grow one day

And saffron will burn

In that wildfire.

Sketch by Khytul Abyad.

©Aparajita Dutta

Photos from the .

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Aparajita Dutta

Aparajita Dutta

Aparajita Dutta is a writer, poet, social activist and a research scholar. She has completed her M.Phil in Comparative Literature from Jadavpur University in 2015. She has been the contributing author of Tell Me a Story, published by Penguin India. Aparajita has written for other books, magazines, and websites as well. Her interests are , gender rights, disability, and translation.
Aparajita Dutta