Peace underground

Wednesday,3rd April 2019

 

We are proud of the beautiful body

that has belonged to nobody

you have little pride in physical beauty

that too shall lie buried underneath

 

we grew mustaches

and tried to reach

the level of racism

forgetting altogether the role of humanism

 

you turned arrogant

and kept greed present

in each counter of dealing

and forced it with a cunning smile

 

but nothing was to accompany

not even your dearest company

they were to be left behind

with simple goodbye at an end

 

you lived with noise around

but lastly found

the dead peace

under the burial place to live at an ease

 

Hasmukh Mehta

Courtesy: Edward Burra 1940

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