Here’s a sensitive and evocative poem by Kabir, in Different Truths.
While she revolves with her neighbours
We initiate our own story
Some with a sob while others with a curve
Many with massacred monuments
Few with evolved finger – like towers
Hundreds enjoying the foreign ingredients
Two or three with a lap full of watermelon
She revolves with her pace making us stick to her sole
Our story depends on her pace
As the tears have to land so that others notice
Our story depends on her pace
As our sob needs to alter into a smile after it wets her skin
Crores of creatures linger on her moss filled floor
Few hunt some while some without the fear of being hunted
Some even slither into her skin like two lovers slither their tongue
Yet she feels the pain when they lie without a beating heart
With the veins being cut off from her skin
Even then our story revolves around us
Juggling the politics of life, love, and power
One person has got the ability to make his/her story noticeable
But the one building their story revolves with pain inside
Even then we have the confusion of ‘Who is to be hated?’
©Kabir Deb
Photos from the internet.
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Kabir Deb was born in Haflong and completed my schooling from Kendriya Vidyalaya, Karimganj. After that completed his Graduation and Masters from Assam University, Assam. Poetry has been his passion and a hobby from his childhood. He wants change the society with the power of poetry. He believes that society can destroy the most destructive force in the society and create a better tomorrow.
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