A protest poem by Deeya against atrocities.
Desires hold me prisoners
scaling walls of atrocities
tendrils of silence
cloaks me
in this vivacious sun
I stand upon the bend in Chandrabhaga
Rivers dry up
in the scorching sun
as this
and often
a sickle shaped back
fits into a collage of silence-
probably a human form
His back against the sun
his iridescent hairs floating
as in a mirage
he stands
The silence that emanates
grows loud each time
the sea meets the river
in a rhythmic chant to
bare its womb
The palm fronds that surrounds
this golden land are a
promise a treat
a silence
in the canvas a river dries up
only to grow luscious in rain.
©Deeya Bhattacharya
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