am i to burst crackers or light candles

or dance in open field or visit a darling spot

to celebrate new year’s eve?


or am i to make a list of lands

where blood flooded streets?

yesteryear it was North Delhi and Bengaluru

the year before was a miss

and i am puzzled how?

2018 it engulfed Bihar,

2017 it blackened parts of

Haryana, Punjab, U P, Rajasthan, Delhi

and our Baduria homes,

Dhulagarh, Coimbatore, Kaliachak

fell from grace in 2016,

Bashirhat became a national name in 2015

how we forget Saharanpur of 2014,

Muzaffarnagar of 2013,

Assam and Canning of 2012?


should i make more backward leap or stop?

should i include Gujarat of 2002?

yes, you are right i have no moral right.

the man sails million boats to shore you believe.


bhaiyo and bahino!

in new year

we must mark a week or a month

or the whole long year in our unblemished

calender to celebrate burning of our

homes, raping of our sisters, killing

of our children.


i feel sorry for i can’t wish you

a rosy morrow of love and flowers.

still wish you all dreams

for Hughes said, ‘if dreams die

life is a barren field.’

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Abu Siddik

It's all about the unsung , nameless men and women around us. I try to portray them through my tales. I praise their undying suffering and immaculate beauty. And their resilience to life's vicissitudes, oddities, and crudities I admire. They are my soulmates who inspire me to look beyond the visible, the known, the common facade of the educated and the intellectuals.

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