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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