Hills In a Shambles
Shudders the hill sky
Blood shed in Darjeeling on
The larks have vanished
Tea gardens are sad
Vultures jab among green leaves
They chip snowy peace
Gunshots in blue wind
Woodcutter birds make no holes
Hill dress torn to shreds
Intrastate conflict
Native ego reddening
Snakes out in summer
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June 23, 2017
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2017
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