Mosque Under Siege

Mosque Under Siege

Glitzy sacred bricks

Baked in the fire of love…

The fire to burn this barbed wire!

Brick bakers; stone throwers tied a knot,

Under siege!

Walls take a deep sigh

With thirty thousand footprints

Whose wounded feet, elsewhere, unhealed!

Green lawns razed under black boots

Rusted iron bars, rusted wounds, unhealed!

Blood spilled on the paths…

Green and red; a nasty permutation!

Peace fled; abode less pigeons are caged

In the nerve-racking prison cells…

Faces disfigured, Sockets empty; an advanced pillage…

Contaminated Clouds!

Muezin…

With his thirty thousand; deprived choir

Tied with carved memories

Memories of Free State…

He will break his shackles

He will muster the muted mob

He will explode his innervolcano

To give a call…

Under the shadow of iron machinery

Which has ghasted the ghastly beings…

Inside!

A Scary silence!

Saint, the refugee,sighing under the sky roof

Caught in curfew,

Longing for his dark nook where his tears are stored

In the glass jars adorning his roof

Along with the red spots…

Smelling a sweet scent

Stored to spread, one day…

To heal the wounded feet

To figure the disfigured faces

To fill in the empty sockets

To rub the carved memories

To be sown to plant…

An apple tree!

 

 The writer is a doctoral fellow at the Department of English, Aligarh Muslim University. He is working on Resistance Literature. The poem was written during the Kashmir-Unrest 2016. It is dedicated to Jamia Masjid Srinagar which remained under siege for around six months.

 

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