A friend of mine is in a band and when he came to know about my poetry writing, he asked my opinion about some of the songs his band has written. As I was reading them, a poem came to me. I named it Sorrow. The first line is inspired by
a poem by W.H. Auden.
SorrowAs I walked home one evening
through streets torn by strife
I came across a man in evening clothes
He sat amid the rubble that was once his home.
He sat, still, with unseeing eyes,
Listening with a numbed heart
To his leader's barefaced lies.
The words spoke of compassion,
bravery, discipline and strength.
Overhead, jets created a commotion
Destroying homes with deadly precision.
Bodies and limbs carpeted the road
filling potholes with crimson blood.
I dipped my hand in one of the pools
trying to separate Hindu-Muslim blood.
The effort is futile, like I always thought
If only the terrorists gave it a thought
Fighting over God's own land,
divided now by mortal hand.