By Barsha Bharali
I hate the word: 'Resilient'
What a silly little excuse
To throw at us what they themselves, couldn't take,
To caress the burns of the fire they lit,
To sing praise for the fallen hero they made,
Into the pit of the woven deceit they led!
Oh what test of strength it takes, broken, limp heart,
To stand back up,
To be celebrated for being able to withstand the dead of days
The price we paid?
Our broken backs, a tired soul and all that, that hurts
And the ability too, to shudder at every thought of trust
All, so that they could applaud, how 'resilient' of us!