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There’s Nothing to Regain

—on the terrorist attack on tourists
in Pahalgam town, in Kashmir, India

Their hapless screams over that vale
Had failed to cross celestial planes;
But found their way beneath my veins
To scratch my conscience, growing stale
With frozen tears and empathy.
The meadows reeked of gore, of death;
A single wisp of Satan’s breath
Could blow away humanity
In broad daylight. This life I lead,
This pen I hold, have lost again
To guns and evil hands of dread,
And thus, there’s nothing to regain.

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Satyananda Sarangi is a young civil servant by profession. A graduate in electrical engineering from IGIT Sarang, his works have featured in the Society of Classical Poets, Shot Glass Journal, Snakeskin, WestWard Quarterly, Sparks of Calliope, Page & Spine, Glass: Facets of Poetry, The GreenSilk Journal and elsewhere. Currently, he resides in Odisha, India.

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2 Responses

  1. Roy Eugene Peterson

    That is a powerful poem and reminder of the evil that men do. What a great two lines that captivated me:

    “A single wisp of Satan’s breath
    Could blow away humanity…”

    Reply
  2. Paul A. Freeman

    ‘A single wisp of Satan’s breath
    Could blow away humanity…’

    Says it all. So much said in so few words, Satyananda.

    Reply

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