Silent readers

Wars give us
Some extraordinary literature

Slashed with butcher’s knife
Smells of bodies charred
In concentration camps

Underneath the debris,
Two hands, four legs
bangles
And Burqa.

We read,
We mourned

But how are we neglecting
the wars
still going on
in Iraq, Afghanistan, Palestine!

We are waiting for accounts to come
In the form of a story,
We are filled with tears
Ready to cry…
But No, we will condemn the oppressors
When war gets over

Or the protagonist will die

Silent readers
We are silent readers..

Weeds

Weeds in the flower pots,
Greeting rain and sun

Weeds in the flower pot
Not of any concerns

Weeds in the flower pot
Waiting for someone

Weeds in the flower pot
Dying unlistened.