Wednesday, January 27, 2021

Poem by Pash Amber

 What do they want?


 


Melancholy, dismay, silence


distressed dejected faces.


As icy winds blowing


shivering humans


freeze with the snow.


 


They celebrate


when mentally waged wars


fought in minds and hearts


turn reclusive


freezing in thought.


 


They want gullible folks


content with faith in them


speak the language they dictate.


 


They celebrate


when frozen minds turn stony,


just like a freezing snowstorm


mind numbs to minus hundred degrees.


Then one day,


they will come,


with words of warmth


and without a whiff of steam even


the mind will melt.


They will then gloat


over having snapped unity


like the mulberry branch.


 


It is then that out of fear


they will implement


laws like Section 144,


so that disintegrated shards


 they divided unity into


may not once again unite.


Pash


Translation Dr. Sunil Kaushal


27/01/2021

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