|
Written by Rahul Mukherji
|
|
Thursday, 06 March 2008 |
|
I met a little girl
searching for her parents,
from the wilderness of
the world.
I took a paper and
I pointed to the sky.
Rolled it,
and through it I saw a star. I told her
that there they were
and looking happy.
They will come back soon.
She stared at me
I was on my knees to see
a smile on her lips
and it happened.
She was happy,
there was no doubt.
But I tasted some salt
in my mouth.
Through my wet eyes
I could not see.
As I knew it was a lie.
Words from my eyes did start.
Blood burnt
around my heart.
Will love’s bed be
always snowing here?
She seemed to hear
my silent voice.
But deaf were the mature.
Not love appeals to know peace.
________________________________________
Dedicated to the tears shed silently on both sides of the border due to more than 50 years of hostility between India and Pakistan, for one reason or another.
 Add as favourites (1) |  Quote this article on your site | Views: 403
Only registered users can write comments.
Please login or register. Powered by AkoComment Tweaked Special Edition v.1.4.6
AkoComment © Copyright 2004 by Arthur Konze - www.mamboportal.com
All right reserved |
|
Last Updated ( Thursday, 06 March 2008 )
|
