By Hirakjyoti Deka
Green fires bullets at saffron,
In retaliation, saffron attempts to erase green.
This Civil War traces back many a decades,
The year 1905, the masterminds: Redcoats.
To erase each other the white is getting lost;
Day by day, tensions are reaching the skies,
Coz the language of war ain't peace
It was loot and plunder earlier,
But now boom and demolition here and there.
Pages of histories could be burnt,
Shrines of learning have been burnt.
But in the east, oral is the way
To pass down stories to the kids.
This ain't a stand on neutrality;
This ain't even a stand!
What it is but a grim display of reality
That the white might get tarnished entirely.
But I know that won't be true,
Coz white may endure, the chakra won't;
It is trying very hard to meditate.
I wish a day like one must never come
When the chakra resorts to bringing peace
By beheading violence through violent means.