Death! Horrible Death
You left me with more life.
The bullets that killed Gauri
Made her more alive.
Can ever a Gauri be killed
Has she not been born with
a thousand lives?
When all the lights go off
The stars are born in the skies.
No teacher has taught me to dissent
Dissent is arrogance here
Everyone is a slave
We celebrate freedom
on social media status.
Who celebrates her death
Don’t know
I’m still behind
Every word I sing is of Gauri
Or of you who think Gauri is your teacher.
Death! Horrible death
You’re nothing but a pause
Tell your masters
Gauri can’t be killed
Gauri lives long
Till I have my lips to write.
Moumita Alam is a poet from West Bengal. Her poetry collection The Musings of the Dark is available on Amazon.
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