The day I was burnt / Poem by Chua Bagchi Mitra

Poem by Chua Bagchi Mitra
 
 
The day I was burnt
 
The day was beautiful with
Lovely smell of flowers,
From my garden.
 
I was sipping my coffee,
My favourite companion Tsechu,
Was sitting by my side.
 
Then I heard someone’s footstep
Inside, both of us ran towards
The house, and saw two men,
With mask, first they shoot Tsechu.
 
I was about to ask but seeing Tsechu, in blood, I sat and looked
At them, tears and questions in my eyes….
 
They grabbed me and drag me to
The kitchen ….I lost consciousness.
After few moments, I heard my daughter’s voice..I feel relieved.
 
But NO, she is instructing them to
Keep on all the gas cylinders, put
On me some flammable liquids,
And burn me…..
 
Now I see my body, burnt like a charcoal, my daughter is there too.
I turn my face….
There is no love anymore.
 
Chua Bagchi Mitra ©®
16.10.2019

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