A poem by MANASVINI MONI.
Stagnant
Like the crimson blood on the streets
In fragments
Torn apart at the seams
The flag waves no more
Limp and listless
Like the men in the trees
6 feet over the ground where they kneel
Suffocating; their skin turning green
The green waves for faith, but faith in what?
In the saffron nationality/brutality/reality?
In blinding white purity?
Remember,
The twenty-four spokes?
In the centre,
Cutting through the hoax?
The wheel turns no more
Live in bliss and ignore
Unlock the doors
Change with the age
Peace or rage
Melt the cage
Like the seas and the skies
Bleed blue for our sakes
Featured image courtesy of Marjan Blan, source: unsplash.comÂ
