Rik Amrit Poems

The barred Jallianwala Bagh,
In the guise of a lexicon.
The poet turns overleaf,
Massacre wreaks havoc.
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A sharpener lies astray on an unkempt bed
Boys keep flooding in, to whet their pencils.
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The twine is a long thoroughfare.
Tailors use the thoroughfare to darn clothes.
The garb turns out to be the next safe haven, given we forfeit the womb.
Thoroughfare adrift.
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Know that time has healed your wounds,
Still you fear the cracks

Even today, when you hear the Baul sings,
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