Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
Aftermath of Istanbul, Baghdad
Dhaka, Lahore, Kabul, Manchester, London massacres
(and many more)
If it’s not me
it will be you.
it is known
how the serpent
enters
the wilderness
of these minds.
these minds
that cannot
decipher
the essence
of humanity.
these minds
that are mowed
and manicured
to erase all
reason;
that believe
a gun or grenade
can complete
the circle
of life; can part
the sea of
reason so the
bludgeoned brain
and sterile heart
may cross.
they come like
they own your death.
they come
with their garland
of guns
with their bouquet
of bombs.
this is the bitter fruit
of seeds
we have sown-
seeds of hate
we have nurtured
chasms of divides
we have dug.
they will get us
one by one~
if it’s not me
it will be you.
July 5, 2016
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