Now dusk has fallen. All day you've burned books
In campus squares
August rains cease in the forest of ignorance
Your fists grow weary too
It's not unjust - take leave
Let's venture abroad
What words were left unsaid, this year let them be told.
How sluggish the clouds of intolerance!
Fever grips your entire being
Trembling
What words were left unsaid, this year let them be told.
Now dusk has fallen, day's fervor subsides
Silently I lay my head, collapsing on your chest
Young leaves, green trumpet flowers
The world's mistakes endure
Eternally
Can we purify them now in this twilight hour?
You once loved all knowledge
Separation's famous sensation
A tiny measure
Memory's hum - or is it a song
That floods my entire being?
All day you've burned books
In campus squares
August rains cease in the forest of ignorance
Yet you're not crimson with pain
My whole self was mistaken
One by one we've bent with exhaustion. All watch with scorn.
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Author:
Prasun Goswami (
Offline) - Published: August 23rd, 2024 04:47
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments4
The world is restless. The burning of books tells me so. Beautiful poetic expression here.
nice
Powerful words. We burn books by banning them but also more by not reading anymore. Ignorance abounds and we all believe what we are told. Good write
As a metaphor for willful ignorance burned books (yes it has happened, doubt it is happening now – no need) is great and serves an angry piece of rich poetry very well.
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