There are clashes

There are clashes in a religious festival
Warring gods
Curfew is declared
Have the celebration at home, they say
The streets are dangerous
Homes are a peaceful haven
At home the clashes cannot take place
Outside there is rancour, swords clash
Microphones blare
Gods are angry, men fight not knowing
Who is fighting for what
As usual TV channels are animated
Not knowing who loves whom.

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..