Each one
with a stone in our hand
seek the other out
in darkness. We fumble not. No.
Each one
with a stone in our hand
seek the other out.
Only to kill.
For we know not
anymore, how to co-exist.
And though our fates
are common and bound,
we’ve become people
who choose
not to hear,
the cry that rends the air,
“I can’t breathe.”
~Chaitali Sengupta
Netherlands
Beautiful lines from you once more. The theme, so appropriate to what’s happening all around us just now. As mentioned earlier, I love your style of writing. So clear and concise with a poetic undercurrent irrespective of the form used!
Thank you Abanti!
Beautiful poem Chaitali. Love your style of writing. Hope to read more of your poems in near future.
Beautiful poem Chaitali. Love your style of writing. Hope to read more of your poems in near future.