by Atul Chandra Sarkar
They dragged Love out,
From the darkest hide,
They abused and scorned,
Molesting with deride;
With sticks and stones,
They lynched the two,
Strangers and relatives,
Hounded them too;
They trampled dreams,
They crushed emotion,
They bruised and hurt,
They exulted commotion;
“Blacken their faces”,
Some proposed with delight;
Some said, “stone them”,
Some said, “ignite”;
Some relished the idea,
Of tying them to a tree,
Then lashing them until,
From life they were free;
Wounded and fractured,
Wet with blood and sweat,
They panted for mercy,
They gasped for breath;
Blurred with tears they looked,
At them who were their very own,
So ruthless, so unforgiving,
Gashing souls, breaking bone;
Two helpless, hopeless, weaklings,
Unlocked from their embrace,
Faced a mob that extolled Love,
But set an example of bloody disgrace;
Butchered and in tatters they lie,
Without waves in cardiac line,
Their souls soar high up somewhere there,
Their tale becomes a forgotten headline.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Double Post Graduate in Philosophy and Sociology and LLB degree-holder, a Gold Medalist from Canning College, University of Lucknow, U.P. India. Presently engaged as Advisor (Industrial Relations) and Public Information Officer (Corporate) at Uttar Pradesh Rajya Vidyut Utpadan Nigam Ltd., Lucknow, Uttar Pradesh, India and is a Guest Faculty at Electricity Training Institute, Sarojini Nagar, Lucknow, Uttar Pradesh on the Right to Information Act, 2005. An Advocate registered with the Bar Council. Articles, poems and short stories have been published in popular National dailies like Pioneer, Northern India Patrika, Times of India, Campus Verse, Shaktivani, etc. A Blogger at Times of India's speakingtree and having a flair for oil painting. A democratic, liberal and humanist to the core.
Last updated August 21, 2016