Zephyr by Miss Kanishka

I could hear letters
When no one utters;
—ruminate upon thyself
Weaving an alluring shelf;
Broken fence , dried tree,
Pale land reciting thee;
Noise roving silently
And silence being noisy ;
—ponder the pondering bee
Blinking upon Delhi street, to see;
I lean on dusk the sorrow of my,
When nature cry as raspberry sky;
Babar mosque , Ayodhya case,
2019-November-9 date ;
—Ye play with thy sentiment ,
Then wink one face and cry as infant!
A broken glass, a bleeding fist
A silver blade against the wrist ;
Orthodox, theist , cannibals ,
Lusting under Gita and hymns!
—my soul suffocates
Like sand in hourglass;
In the era of colours
it’s only black that leads..
STILL THOU HEART WILL TELL
IT WAS THE DAY SPENT WELL!
Indians are changed,
Their etiquette just drained;
—I feel ashamed realising,
My country is indeed drowning ;
Air is sad, wind is lonely ,
Demons are screaming,
Zephyr is gloomy…

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