A Poem by PRAVEEN PARASAR

Life…Name of a flying bird
Flying in the open sky.

It is the name of a dancing stream
Flowing through the rocky hills.

It is the name of a smile
on the face of new born baby
Who smiles only because,
It wants to.

It is the name of the beautiful morning
In the valley
When a fisherman in the dull lake
Sings a folk in his amateur style,
When a whole crowd
Prays to their god
With all of their hands wide open to the sky.

But life is also the name of
Charred bodies of Children
Who were plying football,
When it blasts..,

It is also name of dying hungry farmer family
Who can’t plough the field
Because of the curfew in the valley
Because anytime a bomb can make his field a hell
Because anytime a landmine can make it an abyss!!!

It is also the name of a mother with puffy eyes
Who doesn’t know
Whether her son, her pulsating life,
Will return home after school
Whether her husband will come back home
Or whether she will be able
To protect herself from hungry wolves
Roaming in the valley
Who call themselves, freedom fighters!!!

Life is also the name of the promises hollow
Delivered by the politicians
Each time something goes wrong
Just to glue to the chairs,
Once more, at any cost!!!

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