Gauri Lankesh
Gauri Lankesh

A poem for Lorca, Gauri, Santanu and all the other disappearing fireflies

In the summer of 1936, there was a war
In the autumn of 2017, the war still is
The same enemy – power
The same dreams – freedom

In the summer of 1937,
three human fireflies
had fallen in Granada
Along with many other
Across the  world.

In the autumn of 2017, the fireflies
have fallen in swarms

The last seventy years,
like the seventy thousand before that
has been a history
of this fall

In the summer of 1936,
by some firefly-bereft dump
Three good people
Got bumped off.
As did many more in many other places

In the autumn of 2017
In a country where Barcelona
is football clubs for the elite
Two such fireflies
got it bad. As tanks entered Catalonia.

By then,
real fireflies were leaving

Atindriyo Chakraborty is a poet from Kolkota


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  1. K SHESHU BABU says:

    In the summer fifty years ago
    There was a small village called Naxalbari
    Hidden in the atlas
    But now,
    It has occupied the Indian map
    Making rulers shiver
    As a national security threat

    Fifty years ago
    A man said
    ‘ you are killing a man …you cannot kill ideology
    That was com . Che

    A century ago
    First proletarian rule started
    October revolution!!

    And the struggle continues
    With the pure blood of martyrs
    Who laid their lives for future dreams

    • Amit Ray says:

      One fine morning of april 27,1967,a small girl shanti mahato,dereined the arrow to a rulers paid ploy,,and rest was the fiery history,,,red bow to com cm and com ks

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