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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-
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