Excuse
me if I sound, a little unsound of mind
The
regimentation is cruel, unjust and unkind.
The
State is 'flying', we all are 'high'
The
inhabitants 'stoned', is this Punjab? NIGH.....
What’s
this ‘chitta’? Brown has been the colour
'Sugar'
with varied hues, intoxication and fervor.
Generations
annihilated, the wombs unploughed
The
fields dry and barren, where five rivers flowed.
I
talk of a land, which doesn’t even exist
I
am a poet, a dreamer- my thoughts do not persist.
My
friends have gone away; I shall not see them again.
Leaving
behind a saga of unprecedented pain.
What
killed their youth? I can’t even state
The
Pandora ’s Box would facilitate sealing my fate.
The
State is 'flying', we all are 'high'
The
inhabitants 'stoned', is this PUNJAB? NIGH……………
(Anurag)
