death
lurks at the corners of his eyes
a snaky chill brushes past him
he breathes
but the air turns prickly
an averted gaze
he suffers ignominy of loyalty
of love for a cause
a cause, as harmless as his frail widowed aai
unable to bear any longer
the forceful kicks on his shins
the repeated assaults on baiti's honour
unable
to bear
the pain of not committing a sin
konpona decides to walk away
leaving the plough to bhai
maloti's love to saru pitai
konpona drinks death.
next morning
newspapers carry front page stories
of a terrorist succumbing to his sin.
*aai-mother
baiti-elder sister
bhai-brother
[this is not a poem...it is outpouring of an anguish i have been feeling ever since i saw the news of a young man committing suicide because he was being deemed a terrorist.at the same time this isnt a political comment.its just that i had been wondering ever since what might have gone through that young man.]
2 comments:
oooh.just so touchy n real.i started imagining the conditions n situations.so agonising n painful
thank you. this kind of injustice is painful indeed.
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