~Dweep Mustang~
They say it rained yesterday
Putting the flames to rest
As if overnight someone
Ran an undercover operation
Wiping all evidence and allaying our fears.
But the pelting of stones and
The broken glasses tell a different tale.
The anxious faces that stared sleepless
Through shattered windows at a blackened sky
With a chalk of cloud writing
For my people that tonight no fire
Would burn in their eyes.
Darkness edging precariously
Suspending twilight`s resplendence.
Exhumed by this black sky
Here I wait with an incensed pen
By the window pane
Of the vandalized media house.
And an inferno opens another sky
The horizon bleeding crimson fuel
And billion blinking Junkeris with
Ruby eyes paint our grievances
Rallying our troops on our silenced streets
Reviving our hopes
Ancient flames approaching an intense resonance
Till my incensed pen is mighty enough
To write words like Freedom and Justice
And send it in an envelope
To the rabble-rousers and rioters.
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Dweep Mustang is the author of the Book “The Sanctum of Art” – Madness & Creativity. He is currently working as a Journalist cum Columnist for Sikkim Express “A Sikkimese daily”. He is in the Editorial team of The Applicant. He is also the founder of the All India Gorkha Readers’ and Writers’ Federation.
(Source : Teesta Rangeet – Poetry Journal)
