आज़ादी विशेषांक / Freedom Special

अंक 13 / Issue 13

धार्मिक युद्दों का उद्दण्ड अट्टाहास / The Mocking Laughter of Religious Wars

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Aditi Machado

Bus Rides

The bus struggles along, sluggish
projectile. The long sun burns.

I watched the news yesterday
with a goldfish eye. Blinked
sans lid.

We move fatly, stop in jerks.

At the station it’s hard
to pick the next route,

one that won’t leave immense
caesuras in the earth, leave me
gulping like caught fish.

Now the evening shadows
shudder like the broken tick
of a clock, or atoms gone awry.

In the new bus I check the bottom
of my seat for strappings, small black

bodies.

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  1. Laltu,The Poem on 9×11 is the finest I have read so far. Is tarha marenge hum is no less.Are these works in English/

  2. A nice poem indeed. Showing realism and altruism and explaining the condition for creation of a meningfull poem.

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