Yearning for a paradise
There's a sullen bareness in the atmosphere, almost as if the breaths have all receded to a stop and the world has slowed down on its axis.
Laziness drips like honey all over the place and every single man ,lady and child is relaxed.
Time hesitates to move forward as the lovers walk hand in hand and look into each other's eyes willing to let them have the moment forever.
The warm smell of coffee emanating around the streets lead the girl with the sparkly eyes to smile and think of her mama's cosy mattress.
The singer on the street dedicates a song to the youth with the incessant cries for the right to live in the land he was born.
The boy with the huge round glasses capture the ecstatic laugh of his friends leaving the classrooms in a photograph.
Rainbows are waved without inhibitions and portraits of sapphic kisses are illuminated on walls of institutions.
In a cafe downtown, Lakshmi and Aamir swears to never let go inspite of what the regime of terror says.
Poets screech their throats out in inked imprints on paper that the land fears to utter out loud.
Winds carry the soft humming of pehla nasha from the lips of school boys in love
The girl in the village raising cattle dreams of the day she'll walk with her brothers to school.
Resistance arises in the minds of the marginalized and chants of 'inquilab' is uttered by men,women and children alike.
Ambedkars vision is being taught to the kids and lunch is shared with no care for the division that their parents taught.
Revolution is on its emergence and
Life's worth living,right ?
Right ?
Copyright © Susan Johny | Year Posted 2023
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