November in Aleppo

The shots zoom in from everywhere
Strokes of crimson brush the marble
The bombs, like blessings,drop from the air

Here, everyone has his or her own
Version of what they call the truth
Like in Kurosawa’s Rashomon

In this city of faiths and antiquity
History is being unmade
In the sound and light reality show on TV

And no one knows or cares to know
Who has buried whom when minds collapse
Like the monuments of Aleppo.

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About VijayNair

I retired as Associate Professor, Department of English, Government Victoria College Palakkad, Kerala. I taught English Language and Literature in various colleges for 31 years. My Ph.D. thesis was on the plays of Wole Soyinka. My collections of verse include "The City and the Hermitage" (1988), "Doors Swing Open" (2008), "Eyes" (2010) and "Whispers of Light in Darkness" (2013). My poems have also appeared in the International Anthologies "I am a Poet" (2013), "With Love" (2013), "Synthesis" (2014) "Poetic Symphonies" (2015) and "Heavenly Hymns" (2015).

6 thoughts on “November in Aleppo

  1. Santosh

    And no one knows or cares to know
    Who has buried whom when minds collapse
    Like the monuments of Aleppo.

    Such powerful lines !

    Reply

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