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The Plough is Beaten

By Sabreen Ahmed

The Plough is beaten

They till the barren Earth.

They sow the seeds of green.

They reap the fruit of gold.

Yet all they hold is

 a meagre gain—

Undaunted they

move on even if

the plough is beaten or

the soil is smitten

with their blood and sweat.

Others nonchalantly devour

their harvest.

We stand hands tied

with not enough solidarity

with not enough gratitude

with not enough empathy

for the cause they fight

in cold, dust and hunger

with solid acumen of faith

for rightful justice.

Across Bhupen Hazarika Setu at Dhola

The long bridge on

the luminous waters

of the ancient river

erected between

the hills of

 heart and home

is the distance of a hidden

thousand leagues both seen

and unseen in the

car’s speedometer

with race, brakes and starts

like the speed of

many marathons across

the lovers heartbeats.

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 Sabreen Ahmed has received her PhD from Jawaharlal Nehru University, New Delhi in Feb 2013. She writes for various webzines and newspapers and has published an anthology of poems entitled Soliloquies(2016). Currently she teaches in the Dept of English, Nowgong College, Nagaon, Assam as an Assistant Professor.

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