By Dr. Piku Chowdhury
Peace and Resistance
For the love of myself, I can’t shut out the drumbeats
Reverberating in the primitive groves of ancient times
Daughter of shadows, you burn in shades of my heart.
I can’t jump over untouched spaces that
Hide under urban gloss, overlying putrid fungal stretch.
If Vemula burns and daughter of soil
Is groped with soiled nails and golden fangs
The untouchable touched with carrion lust,
For the love of self, a daughter of a sacred land
Where Shanti flows in honeyed air, and
Is enshrined in the fluttering flag,
I allow the primitive drums to roar
strange rhythms loud, and echo in blood.
For the love of myself, I strain my ear
To the silent resilience of nation’s father.
And then — I wield the reticent pen
Pregnant with the pent-up pain
And catch the helpless weeping rain
To create a song woven in weft
Of Bapu’s sublime dreams of justice
Liberty, equality, reverence, mercy-
The flowing lines an obeisance
to the power of peaceful resistance.
Against dismal discrimination,
Corruption and exploitation.
The lines take flight like the winged herald
Of peace; the rhythm echoes in groves
With the power of a lonesome figure, righteous in resistance
Marching erect with might of peace; undaunted will
That breathes new life in every faltering existence.
Dr. Piku Chowdhury is a teacher in a government aided post graduate college of education and an author of 8 books. She has published more than 70 articles in international journals and acted as resource person in many national and international seminars and symposia. She has published poems, acted as editor, translator and core committee member of curriculum revision in the state.
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