Poems and Poetry

Weeping (Got the Nobel) | A Poem by Ananya S. Guha

I see bullet
soft pedalling on
knees
shoot it
extirpate wounds
there is no blood
no wound, a searing
pain
wound is in bullet
blood is in bullet.
Shoot.
Weep, they all are.
In Afghanistan, India,
Kashmir.
Weep.
Bob Dylan’s weeping.
Got the Nobel.



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