This flow, the stream of blood refuses to halt
This sorrow frozen within refuses to melt.

What? Why? How? Do not ask questions
Voice your heart before it ceases to speak.

Bullets showered… showered bullets…

They kill all those that sow love and affection
They spearhead to propagate violence and hatred

Who are THEY? Who are THEY?
Not we… Not you…
Enough of this game aimed at truth and trust

Showered bullets… Bullets showered…
Not one, not two, seven in a row
Like seven notations, this painful solfa,
Slit through the heart to become a song for this moment

With a heart brimmed with agony 
let's spread peace… let's spread love…

Mamta Sagar
Author: Mamta Sagar

Mamta Sagar is a poet, playwright, translator, academic and an activist, and writes in Kannada. Her writings focus mainly on identity politics, feminism, and issues around linguistic and cultural diversities. She is a participant of the official project of the India Wales Season and the UK India Year of Culture 2017, a recipient of the Charles Wallace Fellowship BCLT UK 2015 and is a poet-in-residence at AUROPOLIS, Belgrade, Serbia, 2012. She has collaborated with visual artists, musicians and poets from various language cultures and has been widely translated.


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