"Precious Breath" and "Confessions of a Silent Soldier"
Precious Breath
Dappled shadows mated with light
in obtuse street corners, where
exposed bricks blushed pink in
the golden glow of sodium vapour
lamps, highlighting a stained
guilty knowledge of the dozen unfed
sleeping just round the corner;
here the fair people don't venture
even by day.
In the night it's a dead-end.
Drip by Drip the air conditioners leak
onto their sides, their faces, their aching feet.
Into the silence of hunger and the roar of
automobiles, a single tiny drop of
gratitude falls unknown, unheard,
merging in the dust of the wry pavement.
'I got to live another day', says the young mother to herself in wonder!
Her toddler is by her side, asleep.
She whispers 'I am breathing.'
A motorcade roars by, unseeing eyes crushing the
night, a very important person on his way to some
meeting.
Drip by Drip the water seeps into the pavement,
soaking them.
It was a cold night in Nov '17.
Confession of a Silent Soldier
There's a war on -
'Survival of the Impoverished'.
We, the soldiers have looked away
from the battlegrounds, because our
minds have been washed, our hearts
disengaged, our brains numbed by this
societal system that feeds the moneyed
and hides away all traces or rights of the poor...
It is our war &
we have thrown down our arms
and looked away.
Oh, we have been trained to
stare off!
Right from the beginning.
Rolled bundles on streets,
hungry outstretched hands,
tearful children, destitute women with infants clinging,
kids racing with magazines at traffic lights, upturned noses in classrooms
towards the underprivileged,
schools that wouldn't even dream of admitting less privileged ones, and summarily eject
them if a
good samaritan somehow got one in!
Yeah, like guests we arrive and depart,
from our own spaces that are falling apart,
awaiting the kiss of resurrection, that we are loathe to give. We are not a part.
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Smeetha Bhoumik, winner of the 2023 Reuel International Award for Poetry, is a poet, artist and editor. She is founding editor -Yugen Quest Review (2021) and founder –WE Literary Community (2016). Her poems feature in national and international journals and anthologies. Her poetry has flown to the moon as part of the Polaris Trilogy in the Lunar Codex; thus aligning her early Universe Series artwork with her poetry in beauteous synchronicity! Her work featured at the Panorama International Literature Festival, 2024. Her sestina 'Tiara of Gleaming Peaks, Our Talisman', features in The Mountain Was Abuzz, an anthology edited by the exceptional mountaineer, author, former air force officer Toolika Rani.