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When The Dead Stirred From The Graves

written by: Dr Santosh Bakaya

 

“Look, look, buddy, the ground is still bloody
Oh listen, can you smell this stench?”

“Oh silly, the dead can’t listen, they don’t see,
they don’t smell, don’t you see! Oops!”

“We have been reduced to characters in an absurdist drama
going round and round in circles. I protest, I protest!”

“But, silly, can the dead protest?”

“Ouch, you just trod on my foot
Yes, we can; we can; my foot pains.
Where there is pain, there is life. So we live!
We live as the dead.”

“That is a phantom pain, silly; stop that painful refrain.”

“I protest, I protest
this killing, this senseless war
I protest our untimely death
this unwarranted curtailing of breath.
I can still see the saffron fields of my land.”

“The dead don’t have eyes, silly!”

“The dead see, the living don’t.
Don’t they see the futility of war?
They are deader than the dead
When did they say, is the next war?
I believe in reincarnation, and, I promise you, buddy
[Oh don’t crinkle your nose at my body muddy!] When I am reborn on a golden dawn
I will go back to my poetry.”

The grave digger, [a shriveled up figure] Sat under a leafless tree
watching the shenanigans of the dead.
Somewhere someone put a finger to the trigger
and the silhouettes scurried back to their graves
leaving behind slim contours of a protest, and lifeless fists
thumping the air.

Dr Santosh Bakaya

Dr Santosh Bakaya

SEPT/OCT 2017 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
An academician, essayist-novelist -poet, I have an insane passion to write about everything under the sun or the moon! Some of my books like Ballad of Bapu: [a poetic biography of Mahatma Gandhi] and Where are the lilacs? [a collection of 111 peace poems] have been internationally acclaimed. Flights from my terrace is my ebook of 58 essays on Smashwords .
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