OUR EYES ARE DRY ( To the dead, maimed and tortured of Delhi) / Poem by Jagdish Prakash

Poem by Jagdish Prakash

 

OUR EYES ARE DRY
( To the dead, maimed and tortured of Delhi)

Helpless like autumn leaves
Frustrated, ,suffocated, tormented
Divided in half like a bleeding melon
You, me and all like us
Heads sunk on knees,
We hear
Rising crescendo of ruptured shrieks
Smoke rising from charred bodies
Entering our tendrils
Nobodies we are, just no bodies
Minions before TV screens
Searching tears in dry eyes.

 

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