They Ask

1. They Ask (For 1984 riots) Everyone asks; how were you coupled with him? Whose desertion has dried up your eyes. Finding solace in my gasps You tell me- How can I disclose that the radiance of your blood, before becoming my vermilion, is gleaming in my eyes. The perennial sea of my eyes is red- with the ire and with the woe I can't lend the azure icy frost to my venomous eyes. I confess asking you “to curse me hard” but the curse- bigger than the age of life, When did I- the sinner- sought? How should I be grateful to you you only know. Talking of Salvation how callously you behaved- left me, to rust for rest of my life you have salvaged with the appearance of your body. Whom can I blame that you deserted me! to my destiny….? to rabid, unscrupulous predator dogs….? Or to the swathe of the religion…? Do you think??? Blaming the destiny can relieve me of the uneasy feeling of being the spinster-widow. See- you have not kept any of my promises I admit, you didn’t make any But were obliged under yourcommitments If the rabid dogs… were not obliged for the promises how your creed could forgive you! You were the same… whobeseeched your deity, wished well for all butstrayed from my wellbeing…. preventing me from a giggle you took all my laughter… Where was your lord For whom you once said- “Oh lord whom Thou bless…” Before fighting the tilted battle While dying did you call on that Lord or your Mother… or in agony, pain and helplessness just cried referring the humanity I won’t be able to know… Look- your Mother is in the endless wait for you and your brothers in the hope… You were the youngest Mother’s beloved, but naughty… Admitted that you liked hide and seek But were you right in hiding for ages with aging mother waiting forever… for her you were Sarwan Kumar, Now who will quench her thirst And how can I make it clear, that how am I related to her. Look! before your rites are completed I am again made up so much I laugh openly now With the shadows of the mourning phase My mouth is full with sweet, contrary to your bitter smog. Still everyone asking; how were you coupled with him? Whose desertion Has made the stars and the moon redundant for you…?