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
Pic from Net.
Born at Durgapur, West Bengal, Deeya Bhattacharya- 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, E-zine, 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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