26 november 2013
LAND’S SMELL
Our mouths go dry
at midnight charter on papyrus leaf.
Are we reverting back to pristine stone reliefs?
How far we will go revolving around eclipse,
stumbling on the phraseology of cosmos?
Man was becoming inferior to beast.
Who will walk on the bones of ancestors
to dig out the truth from scriptures?
The proud cows have become violent –
separating milk from grass in agony.
The perks were increasing the rifles.
Freedom had fled away from the legacies.
The split lips cannot speak coherently.
Terror attacks were reaching there, where
drenched amnesia wants to remember only door bells.
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