A plea

There was a time…
There was camaraderie
There was laughter
There was bonding
Between man and man

There was a time
When they sat
Around their meals
Thanked their ‘god’
And broke their
Bread together…

There was a time
When they cried
And laughed,
Lend their shoulders
And held each others’ hand…

There was a time…
Their house is now
‘for sale’. Their broken
Unused car stands
In front of the
Locked gate of
Their crumbling hearts…

They are all gone.

The shells burst…
The noise shattered
The peace of distant
Villages too. But…

There was a time
When bullets did
Not pierce wind and hearts
In such frequent intervals.

There was a time
When shells did not
Murder peace and
Put an end
To life, love, living

Can we not get that time,
Our time back?

Pranab Ghosh is a journalist, poet, author and translator. He has three published books to his credit. Air and Age (co-author; published from Kolkata), Soul Searching and Other Poems (first solo book of poems, published from Toronto) and Bougainvillea And Other Stories, a book of short stories in English, translated from the Bengali original. His poems have been published in Tuck Magazine, Dissident Voice, Literature Studio Review, Scarlet Leaf Review, Leaves of Ink, Weasel Press, Ochebooks.com, Harbinger Asylum, Spillwords, The Piker Press, Visual Verse, Hans India and Setu Magazine, among others. He is married and lives in Kolkata, West Bengal, India. Read other articles by Pranab.