By Mitali Chakravarty
The skyline fades. The sun yo-yos in play
but, manmade borders, they stay.
Forever slay. Weeping Guernicas
line Kurukshetras and Ayodhyas.
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By Mitali Chakravarty
Silences are like the sky.
They stretch out uninterrupted,
punctuated by sounds
accentuating the quiet
By Mitali Chakravarty
Pluck the leaves off the grass
and weep for what will not be.
By Mitali Chakravarty
Can a land be unfound?
Can History be unwound?
Can Time be redeemed?
By Mitali Chakravarty
Why perpetrate borders drenched in blood
while Lalon only sings of Humanity and Love?
