A poignant poem about a girl in a war-ravaged place by Deeya.
I gather pollens from the air
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 gunpowder and blood
She waits, her henna-dyed hands
‘Bashir’ embossed in them
Somebody’s bringing the ‘kafan’ again…
before the nuptial song’s over
Death is smuggled into these very lands
every now and then…
Note: Jehad: Holy war in Islam
Kafan: Shroud
©Deeya Bhattacharyaal,
Pic from Net.
Born in Durgapur, West Bengal, Deeya Bhattacharya has 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, and e-zines, 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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