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FROM THE LAND OF MAHATMA GANDHI

From the land
Of the Mahatma – I hear
News of  the worst
Human violence
I wish I was – deaf

 In the land
Of the Mahatma – I see
Mankind slaughtered
Like animals
I wish I was – blind

 This sobbing land
Bears stains of fresh warm
Blood of my fellow  Indians
Isolated,  numb with pain
I wish I had no sense  - of touch.

 The air in this land
Bears the stench of the rot

Of humans  charred
I wish there were no olfactory
 nerves, the burning flesh – to smell

The waters in this land
Of Sabarmati, Narmada & Tapti
Are polluted by the blood
Of my brothers and sisters
How do I this water – taste?

 I write from your land
Oh  Mahatma! With no desire
To pay homage to you…..
My tears shall stop
But blood shall continue to flow
Just like did yours……

 -VINITA SINHA GANESH-