A poem for e-pao.net
Ronid (Akhu) *
You collect feathers
that long lost their color
in the shadow of the rainbow
when our forefathers made the vow
And you paint a land of hills and valley
when home becomes a fistful of sand
when it smoked on the18th June
when it cries with memories of Manorama
You build a castle
with the ashes of burnt Chitaranjan
when home becomes a mortuary decorated by guns.
You gather the broken dreams
of many penniless poets
and insomniac dreamers
that the critics called 'hopelessly visionless'.
For the sons and daughters
who lost their way home,
your hands in air
to wave and save our roots from their boots
On this day of your celebration
of your existence of last ten years
I wish you to grow your hands longer
to save me from being a poet of hate and distrust
to let me celebrate my imagination
of a land with peace and harmony
even if it is impossible to ask to our bald chief
* Akhu is a unlikely poet/lyricist who pursues Physics in his educational life. Read his poems here.
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