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From The People Of India | Pahalgam

A poem on Pahalgam Terror Attack by Mahua Sen.

He slumbers beside her,
lifeless
Blood drips from the mourning soul
of his soul-mate
a slow metronome —
tick, tick — pouring back into the mouth that swallows pain.
But grief has a monopoly
It sits heavy on the throat, too sharp to swallow.

Night leans against her vision during the day, unblinking
Syllables gritted between her teeth
The smell of inhumanity,
thick in her lungs
The air heavy with its own breath
gives nothing back but silence!
Spectral voices reverberate across the valley
echoing oneiric repertoire of a terrifying day.

The skyline stretches jagged teeth of hostility
Mountain disperses splintered shards
of broken promises
the clouds bleed out in shades of grey and rust
The ground sings a ponderous dirge
like a pulse she has forgotten how to count.
The grass beneath her quivers
with frosted syllables
The milieu, a frozen echo of barbaric brutality.
The world unravels at its seams
before she could stitch it back together.
It's tattered-
threadbare-
damaged -
beyond repair!

Tomorrow, the world would thaw
into its usual din,
the hum of vehicles and voices
would blunge into an indifferent hymn
throttling the bawl of the bereaved.
Another death
Another story
Lost
Forgotten
Stifled
beneath the girth of the venomous world!

(Mahua Sen is a poet, author, and translator based in Hyderabad. Her recent poetry anthology, Nostalgia: Crafting a Home Within (Red River), became a bestseller on Amazon under Asian Literature and received the Maharshi Ved Vyas Award. The book was also shortlisted for the Banaras Lit Fest Book Awards 2024)

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