Hijab Poem by Jayeeta Bhattacharya

Faces are flying in the air
Fragrance
Some unknown faces stealing
Relations
Alas some uncanny
Fanaticism
The procession of mummies approaches,
Covered in hijabs to save their flesh.
They are destitute doing their tasks
With their guns, the banish liberty
The faces known not as innocent as they seemed
Scarcity wins ultimate blessings!

There are unknown flowers too
The petals kissing the bees...
As the pollen fly with dragon wings
To yet another planet in vain.
Bloodless, immortal faith;
Ignorant souls
Breathing the last breath
No, not not with their hijab
Human souls are killed.

The beauty of moon and cotton clouds
Tried to tell the fake thorn
Talks of love
The remains in the stems
Stinging in our hearts.