1984
Rock Art Is My Mother
A Poem by JASPREET SINGH
from the village of wah
from the enig-
matic rock of punja sahib
emanates
a petrified blessing
o children of 1984 --
write with eight hands
see with four eyes
and let your
and let your rage
and let your rage and wounds
and let your rage and wounds turn and turn again
into stories
[Jaspreet Singh is a novelist, essayist and a short story writer. His latest novel Helium has been called a ‘profound meditation on historical forgetting’.]
August 4, 2015
Conversation about this article
1: Amardeep (USA), August 04, 2015, 8:58 AM.
Blessed is Jaspreet Singh ... and many more blessings to him for his extraordinary creations.
2: Hardev Singh (Richmond Hill, Ontario, Canada), August 04, 2015, 12:14 PM.
Yes, we need more stories, and pictures, poems, books, films and monuments to 1984. We will not forget.