(1) the stargazing the dinner dates and the sleepovers can wait it’s time to sleep on the streets eating with your comrades and resisting the bills (2) the blank wall convinces me of my failure to draw a graffiti that will show solidarity with the ants trying to climb the wall and the palaces of the rich to dismantle their wealth (3) If you are searching for Rashid Stop looking Rashid is dead Killed by a mob His house Bulldozed Assam UP Delhi Kashmir He ran from every place His name was his crime And that’s what has been said So, if you are searching for Rashid Stop looking (4) cacophonies of the cradled heart scared of silence, scared of sound in a liminal space, i somehow exist where fire threatens to catch me from both the sides I run. I run. I run. To the farthest in the land I can see and yet the fire somehow runs way faster than me. “coward” they all call me only I know to be me how brave one needs to be the wars on my body have deserted the skin of any beauty that spring brought upon me and the noise of those jets flying like birds have deafened the eardrums of any music it held I seek no home, just a place to rest in peace while I breathe
Sutputra Radheye is a young poet from India. He has published two poetry collections — Worshipping Bodies (Notion Press) and Inqalaab on the Walls (Delhi Poetry Slam). His works are reflective of the society he lives in and tries to capture the marginalised side of the story.
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