Thinking about Gaza – Delhi Poetry Slam

Thinking about Gaza

By Yash Goel

Engrossed in text, emotive 
Translations and gripping words.
Hollowed sadness and scarred hands,
Bottled emotions among pages.
Set in a refrigerator with an expiry date
Air conditioner churns the air, windows glazed by mist.
The bottled room with stacks of books

Stacks of concrete burns, children immolated.
The air laden with melting flesh -
Will be printed when golden domes fall yet again

A river of intestines
Knotty and complex as political texts
Lawful brutalities of past
Stand to be the lawful brutals of the present
Anew set of photographs shall adorn
The new stack of books, when all is silent

For now, The tragedies of the Masters
Revered words float in the parched river.
On the dilapidated ground of the printing press,
Mouths devour, a protein shake of poetry.
Encapsulated love, tragedy, comedy and WAR
A complete meal in itself, sustains
The consciousness of libraries, readers and publishers
Set behind glazed glass.

A Noah's ark shall gather, culture
Significant texts from history
Painting set behind bulletproof glass
A celebration of an age of “enlightenment”.
Shall gather English gardens, Italian marble
And jettison to Mars
Saving humanity from drowning
In the rancid pool of smoke.


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