By Raja Chakraborty
a caged dove waits-- fluttering wings in captivity, waiting for another war to end so it can fly to freedom cold, lonely, scared -- it pecks the last grain, saved for uneasy days like these peace is a crafty word-- it thinks, silently head hung low, in a sad prayer, it longs for the blueness of an autumn sky do birds cry? I don’t know do they cry tears? I don’t know but what I know now is war’s a game adults play and peace, its abused cousin there is a liquid fire in the dove’s soft eyes speaking of a revolution that only hunger can ignite
Raja Chakraborty is a bilingual poet, writing in English and Bengali. He has penned four books in English: The Soup Bowl and Other Poems, Whispers in the Wind, Broken Lines and Rainbows and About Maya and Other Poems. He is also a regular contributor to magazines and anthologies.
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2 replies on “Hunger”
The loss of freedom, never easy to, bear, and, we may struggle, at first, when our, freedoms had been, taken away from us, but, eventually, we will, adapt, to, living with the, original freedoms we took for granted from before being taken from us, and, we look forward to the day, that we will all be, free, again.
Touching vibrant lyrical lucid… Looking forward to reading more of your works
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