Barracks

by Ananya S. Guha / November 8th, 2015

There are ways of killing
suppose you kill a child
whose caste and creed
are not yours
is outlandish, also a murder —
killing.
When you talk religion
you weave in phantasmagoria
chilling.
When you say that history is
what I will, you kill history
remnants of bones and dressed
in black drapes.
You assault.
You murder
and then you twist a nation
into eternal forbidding barracks.

Ananya S Guha lives in Shillong in North East India, where he was born and brought up. He has been writing and publishing his poetry for the last forty years. His poetry has been published in both electronic and print formats such as: Indian Literature, Other Voices, Osprey Journal, Glasgow Review, The Literary Nest, Up The Staircase, Asia Writes, Art Arena, Praxis Online, Muse India, Your One Phone Call, In Between Hangovers, The Peeking Cat Magazine, Post Colonial Text among others. He has also written widely on educational and social matters. He has ten collections of poetry and his poetry has been anthologized in various collections of Indian poetry in English. He holds a doctoral on the novels of William Golding. Read other articles by Ananya S..

This article was posted on Sunday, November 8th, 2015 at 8:01am and is filed under Poetry.