• The frontier less; the Damned!

    Jayashree Thotekat

    September 18, 2019

    Night steals upon us like death…
    In the morning it leaves
    one or two cups of coffee
    untouched on the table!
    An eerie silence swallows me
    it howls into my ears.
    My trembling legs search
    up and down the lane
    the sound of boots
    answer me!

    At a distance
    I hear crowds, shouts,
    Gunshots and wails.

    You call it calm!

    You call it peace!!

    You call it calm because
    You are deaf to rage!

    You call it peace because
    Because you are
    Blind to blood!

    My twelve year old
    is scared of shadows.
    He cannot sleep
    without my arms around him.

    Is is he crying?
    Is he in pain?

    Now I hear him scream!
    It grows louder occupying the entire land…
    spreading across frontiers…
    His tears soak the soil,
    turning the earth red.
    Is this the mass of land you came for?
    Take it!

    My curse has fallen upon it,
    pervading its heart and soul.
    You call it peace!! One day-
    it will eat into your soul!

    Jayashree Thotekat is a poet from Kerala

    First published in CounterCurrents.

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