In the curfew
mist lifts
road are besotted by stray dogs policemen
and inside houses
the television waits
announcing finally of let up of hours

Three more dead
situation is ‘normal’
swirling around heads, in
“sensitive” areas

normalcy has too many
wounds and gashes
needs to be hospitalized
along with the living

the dead need to be morgued
their memories to be written in graves
and they pointing accusing
fingers at skies

the killers are guilty
of not killing more
the administration is happy
that things were “tight”
loosen, slowly from clutches of the dead,
they need resurrection.

Ananya S Guha lives in Shillong in North East India. He has been writing and publishing poetry for the last thirty years, and his poetry has appeared in numerous online publications. He holds a doctoral on the novels of William Golding and currently is a senior academic in India's Indira Gandhi National Open University. Read other articles by Ananya S..