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An intense protest poem by Aparajita, in Different Truths.

The sun drinks my lemonade,

Stoic of the clouds

That swell up with my tears,

Husbanding a water we have

Abandoned and aborted;

And made Kashmir

A dry liquor!!

 

The lout sun-splashed my lemonade.

It trickled down her skirt;

She shrieked in fear,

A ravenous sipping;

Her daughter sleeps dead within her.

 

The sun gulps down the sugar cubes,

Swathing my emotions

I garnished my lemonade with;

Waxing his trip to Kashmir,

A lazy day in the snow,

The picturesque white snow,

Polished with money,

Flowering in the ‘tourism of India.’

 

But my lemonade loves to grow stale—

A scathing red.

So will the sun grow one day

And saffron will burn

In that wildfire.

Sketch by Khytul Abyad.
©Aparajita Dutta

Photos from the internet.

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