The Strike!

a poem by

Srijith K Unni A

Shattered Glass and broken sticks
Torn placards, touched in red ink
Shouts and screams, cries of fear
Mind in turmoil, unrest in the air
Rights hard to obtain, bear pain
Fighting hard, destroy and face
No reason at sight, to protest
Just protest, lives at stake

In the midst, blood dripping from souls
A hurried quest for meaning
Of Life, Of reason or to exist
A blind rage, a vision, singular
Rushing in turbulence, in unison
False claims of a horizon; new
All yearn for change, changes radical
Struggling in thought, in action.

While peace settles and wounds heal
All minds are of cryptic state
Martyrs in outlook, heroic in taste
A clouded mind, weakness in brain
Cowering in fear, the aged ask
What the gain, for all the pain
Tears burst at the look of scorn
Always think of your next meal!

Slowly all the losses appear
Over the mind, the clouds clear
In regret, in grief, the brain speeds
A slow awakening to life and normalcy
As time glides across, life blooms
New thoughts arise, changes desired
The old blood, now aged and aged, now souls
Shattered Glass and broken sticks.