Bhagalpur : 1989

At Bhagalpur, if you try
You can see ghosts, wandering
Safely in a world that was
Unknown to them when they were
Us. Some staring relatives
Unusually reticent
Are pulled out of packed pits like
Tickets at a Lucky Dip —
In the air there is always
Fear, the lingering stench
Of rumours and on the ground
In broken accents, amidst
Stained ruins of mind and heart
Silence hangs like Modern Art.

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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).

11 thoughts on “Bhagalpur : 1989

  1. Kumaara Sukeja

    A profound commentary on the legacy of inhumanity bogging down the civilized society from progressing towards a just and equitable dispensation.

  2. Kumaara Sukeja

    A profound commentary on the legacy of inhumanity bogging down the progress of the society at large towards an equitable and just dispensation. Kudos !

  3. Vineetha

    Relatives pulled out like tickets in a Lucky Dip. Fear, rumours, silence. Underlying mistrust, pain. The history of human errors repeat, repeat and repeat. Here, there, elsewhere. Bhagalpur, Paris, everywhere.

  4. shamsher

    An evocative work on a very alarming theme that is , intact becoming a global threat . A great attempt by the author


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