Broken Light

1

in a place
somewhere birth
or mirth is demeaning
sometimes it is worth
dying;
do not hound the body
devoid of birth
left only, with birthmarks

2

when history unwound life
in bitter strife
unleashing birth and death
was felt that, wars
would open doors of rest
for the superior best

3

and then first when they started
fighting, first with stones
then, gun and bomb
to seek an inner tomb
they did not know
history was, upholstery

4

now we know what
this search is all about
dirty talk, round about
how those bombs will bring peace
to an inferior human race

5

scratched many lives
God, then left man
to scatter thrones
finally those bones!

6

which he is now seeking,
in penultimate meeting
with God, Heaven
the rest, the very best
including the war horse Satan
who, at will can push a button

7

hope where are you?
some find it in dope
mighty hope
world-
of gold

8

ashes will tell
where gashes ( are)
the wound, round

9

now we are all going
autumn, summer,
winter way
rain of pain
in different paths broken,
unspoken

10

Leave it at that;
what?
ponder
man’s miserable
weapon of delight
is, broken light.

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..