By Nilesh Mondal
The shouting crowd of traitors
That filled the country
In the month of Partition,
And on the eve of cricket matches
or parliamentary handshakes
Are here too.
on warm beer
Trembling in their glasses
Fucking behind every door
Littering the gutters with three thousand condoms
The silent poet who would someday
Haul petrol bombs
Sits by the corridor reading Orientalism.
Outside the campus,
A scared man says,
“This is a dangerous place, Sahib.
Here traitors and terrorists hold meetings
And only last month
Fourteen students were arrested,
Taken to court,
Beaten up till they peed in their pants.
Don’t want to get married
This is a dangerous place, Sahib.
And if I were you,
I’d stay away from this place too.”
But I find myself walking into the same
Where a group of young people
Play clarinets all day.
Where the police come
with sticks and anger
And takes away some of their friends
“Even if the police came every day
Our clarinets wouldn’t stop playing,”
And one of their friends died last month
In his hostel room;
One of their friends
Was rusticated because he chose to be
For his time of existence.
One of their friends was tied to a motorcycle
And dragged along the road
For 2.5 kilometres.
But he smiles even today;
And I wonder how hard it is
To take away from someone
And their dreams.
The crowd of protesters outside grows
And rage –
The police and the journalists and the party cadres
The clarinets keep playing
Loud, like a jazz band in old Southampton.
And I kept walking
From corridor to corridor
As the crowd outside grew
And the silent poet wrote a last letter to his mother
In another country.
Nilesh Mondal, 22, is an engineering undergraduate by day and dabbles in poetry by night. His works have been published in Fiction Magazine, The Ghazal Page, The Hans India, Artrefurbish, etc. He works at Terribly Tiny Tales, a popular online storytelling platform.
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