Published in Indian Anthology contemporary poets, Poesy 09, post Taj bombings Mumbai. A decade gone and we fight new wars of different kinds.
Sometimes I am too shy to pray but not today, no!
Not after our faces tore and skies brewed black,
and stars were smoked and we stared like that,
we were so many million poets among carefree corpses;
sometimes I am too still to dance again,
but not today, not here like this,
this Night is young, Its song is pure:
Truant words find their cure,
broken feet cross their street,
unafraid.
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Thanks for liking “Agape”… It’s nice to find new poets to read and follow! Enjoy the holiday season🌲
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You’re welcome! Loved your “Agape”, yes poets must never not be found. Do have a great season yourself 🎄🎄
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Perhaps written a decade ago but is still relevant (sadly violence and divisions still plague our world)…
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Ah’m. Maybe even more relevant with each new headline, every day.
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