Oh Bhopal
Tell me, how do you feel at 25; when the youth doesn't kick in
and the years don't add to age;
when the wisdom u gain
make u renew your vows;
and hope in vain
perhaps; this would be the year
when thousands,
won't be betrayed all over again;
Perhaps; this would be the year
with no March to Delhi;
no wilful release of toxics in body;
no hunger strikes;
and no rally.
Bhopal
Tell me, how do you feel at 25;
when you already fathered kids
who look as old and weak as you
embittered;
disillusioned
with their own land and law
challenging the human element of Dow
seemingly; no one to turn to;
and nowhere to go
yet, they,not the stillborns
and theirs,not the aborted woe
with umbilical cord
held tight in their hands
to not despair;
to not let go...
sheltered now in their hope and struggle
Oh, Bhopal
Tell me, how do you feel at 25?
8 comments:
Brilliant would be an understatement!
Truely moving!
with you on every word.
nice kawitain.lol sumay.my sincere apologies for not being able to recognise u at the press club earlier in the yr.
@jeny, suroopa, akhil- :)
@ sumay- don't worry, I am actually glad you found me here rather than press club :)
very nice...though i know very little about the poems :)
What would Bhopal possibly say to this! It must be really greatful that someone bothered to ask these questions!
The lines in this enlightening poem "no one to turn to;and nowhere to go" tell the whole story of Bhopal survivors and their helplessness...Comment by Roy
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