Returning refreshed by their native air
They burst into flames of martyrdom
Ambushed by minds darkened by hate
In a land where the sky embraces every grief
And mothers die many times in one lifetime–
Our arguments shall follow us
To our well-maintained graves
Along with the stilled laughter in their young eyes–
Eavesdropping on history,old and new,
We shall hear the applause
For sentences across the floor–
But we shall only see
The baleful glance
Of a patient vulture
Across the line of our control.
A timely piece rendered with inimitable poetic acumen.Poets are ever the weathervanes of the world’s contemporary vicissitudes
Thank you very much,dear Louis.
vijay sir ,your verse is poignant as well as so hard hitting.beautiful work
Thank you dear Nalini.