Two Poems

    by Megha Sood

    1. The Day the Town Celebrated

    Forthcoming in the book “My Body Lives Like a Threat” by FlowerSong Press
    In response to honour-based killings
    A stone thrown in a silent lake breaks its skin. Pain travels like ripples.
    An outward fractal of grief continuously growing with every passing moment.

    A single shot piercing through their bodies.
    Piecing them with hate stringing the town.

    Truth gaping through the open wound.
    Lone gunfire shredding the sky into a million screams.

    Only in this version love was not ostracised—
    But burned and hanged in the Town square.

    Hanged like pieces of meat for the devouring eyes circling them.
    A prized possession for the cast that rules with an iron fist.

    A mother runs half-naked through the empty street. Wailing.
    Anger fracturing the thatched roofs.

    Pain scratches like a pellicle dissolving in acid.
    Its stench carried for generations.

    Like folklore passed on from one babbling tongue to another.
    How the little town gazed gaping mouths like a blind cave

    The time when love was not ostracised. Cast and Creed were thrown aside
    when that small town gathered to celebrate the honour killing.

    2. The Burden We Are Passing On

    Love arises out of acceptance
    in a land made of broken bones
    which rattles and hums a
    lullaby in the soft light of the moon

    Dig deep in the dirt with your dirty ankles
    you can find the souls buried
    under your sidewalks
    Standing knee-deep in the river of blood
    leaving footprint everywhere you go
    such is the legacy we are leaving behind

    There is an absence of the melody
    the wind reeking of the hunger
    lone tune of the pied piper is ruling the day
    trying to proselytise the truth

    We are losing our kids to this damn sea, I say
    Not a light or sparkle in those ashen eyes
    robbed of the dreams as the sparrows
    losing shadows to the evening sun

    The darkness plays in its bounty
    and hunger prevails. This town
    left as a grieving metaphor for the catacombs
    no longer hold the life in its broken lap

    Fingers bloodied with the blood
    of the sacrificed newborns
    the ones you have masticated the life from
    the boney shoulder carrying the burden
    of generations to come.

    Published in the National Beat Poetry Foundation Anthology, 2020

    Megha Sood is an award-Winning Poet, Editor, Author, and Blogger based in New Jersey, USA. She is Associate Editor at MookyChick(UK), Life and Legends (USA), and Literary Partner in the project ?Life in Quarantine” with Stanford University, USA. Author of Chapbook ( ?My Body is Not an Apology?, Finishing Line Press, 2021) and Full Length (?My Body Lives Like a Threat?, FlowerSongPress,2021).Recipient of Poet Fellowship 2021, National Level Winner Spring Mahogany Lit Prize.Blogs at https://meghasworldsite.wordpress.com/

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