Wednesday, August 24, 2016


Across the barbed wire fence lies a land green
Where babies feed on their mother's breasts
And the farmers till,
Where young women are promised love
And there're men those women despise,
Where fragrance of the flowers carry
The same message of peace.
Where art your hatred
In hearts across the cease?
Just a barbed wire fence
And we call them enemies.

©Chandrajit Mitra