Poetry: Sravasti Guha Thakurta

Un- Bordered


Borders, Boundaries, Barriers,
Barbed wires
All have come down
At Last.

Corona.
Travels across Countries, across Continents.
Across both Ganga and Padma.
Without a passport.
Silently.
Across Teesta, across Meghna.

All walls are Demolished.
All are, finally,
Indistinguishable.

A sad, strange reunion perhaps.
An undeserved requiem to commemorate an unforeseen harmony restored
A music that burns the soul
Corona.

You and I.
Doppelgangers who are yet to meet;
Souls scarred by those barbed wires.
Should we salute the One?
The One who has bridged all the Chasms, crossed all the Borders, cleared all the Checkposts that held us back.

The sad requiem of Corona
Plays on.

Sravasti Guha Thakurta is an academician and a creative write from Kolkatar. Since she herself belongs to a refugee family from East Pakistan, Partition is a subject especially dear to her heart. She can be contacted at sravasti.guha@gmail.com. 

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