O
Syria!
-
Manprasad Subba
Many
nights have passed
Since
Syria has not been able to sleep a wink in my eyes
Many
days have passed
Since
Syria, fallen unconscious,
Has
not been able to wake up in my eyes
O
friend! Do not ask about the map of Syria
Battered
and bleeding face of any child
Is
what they call Syria
The
earth bleeds
And
the blood flows upon blood
Even
the Mediterranean Sea cannot wash them away.
There
you can see the map of Syria.
Having
lost the leg of a tottering baby,
The
highway has lost its journey.
Having
lost an arm of a baby,
The
breeze has lost its sense of touch.
The
smiling eyes of the sun
Hit
by the splinter of bomb
Are
suddenly swollen shut
And
dreams have fled
The
sky is swallowed by the billowing arsenic smoke
And
all the beauties have vanished
Syria
is screaming
From
beneath the earth
Buried
under the debris of crumbled time
O
Seat of power! O Superpower!
How
many thousands of ears do you need
To
hear this scream?
Which
latest model of binocular do you need
To
see this face of Syria?
O
Seat of power that breathes chemical breath,
How
many millions of lungs do you want?
O
Superpower that laughs hatching on the bombs,
How
many millions
Of
baby futures do you want?
O
Picasso!
I
see you writhing in your tomb
To
paint another Guernica,
The
twenty-first century Guernica on the canvas of Syria!
Syria
is the name of my mother,
My
elder sister, my younger sister and my daughter
Syria
is the name of my father,
My
elder brother, my younger brother and my son
It’s
also my own name!
But
at this moment, O Syria!
I
can do nothing
But
to sit in a distant corner
And
shed these words from my eyes
O
Commanders of creeds!
Dip
your tongues in the ponds of innocent bloods
And
let your tongues know the taste of innocence
Those
tongues would speak of paradise
But
this piece of earth has turned into hell
Where
the innocent souls have been dumped
O
God!
Why
are you so eerily mute?
We
are waiting for your voice from heaven…
But
how long will it be before you speak?
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