Sonali Chanda’s Two Poems

1. Should I be War ground?Who arranged the bodies after all war has been over?

   I didn’t see Panipat ..or honestly saying Waterloo or the war of Haldighati.

   I tried to  out some
   I tried to shovel the war ground of Haldighati.

   Believe me: the more I tried , the more I turned to the footprints of the warriors
   Should I shovel more to find some remnants of the bones and skulls?
   Rather I turned to the grass to cover up whatever had been dug.

   Or should I pile them whatever I found by shovelling?

   Let them sleep underground eternally.

   For nor the gatekeeper nor I
   wanted to saw them with their injuries.

      2. There should be solidity with delicacy

   All night I listen the pouring sound,
   reverberates into my warm room.
   I feel cold, moistening though it was a cosy room.
   this quietude, this constant pouring over my windowpane.
   In hills you’d find no one after eight pm

   As if it reminded me
   I, who is listening to the pouring
   actually, pouring myself within myself.
   It’s never the ease, nor it’s melancholy.

   The solidity of the pouring sound
   reminded me that we seek that what we don’t get.
   Beats of drums, constant pouring of rain,

this windowpane, this room!

But did I want all these cosiness to relish?
Rather the hardness of the pouring is set for me.

Be loved but be hard like pouring of your love

You’d be here, listening this pouring, but
You flew away to avoid the hardness of love.
I swear, Love meets love i
Be wet but
with adequate delicacy

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