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A Tale of Two Cities:
Carnage in Kishinev, Butchery in Delhi





This is the fourth in a series of poems and essays by Sarbpreet Singh, marking the 30th year since India's country-wide anti-Sikh pogroms of 1984.



Two cities

Miles apart

No common tongue

No common creed

Yet, bound by ties

That hidden lie

But if you slip off your skin

And let your spirit float


Among restless ghosts

A most vexing murmur

You will hear

Anguished cries

Heaving sighs

Bitter tears

Wracking fears

What tongue is this?

You will ask, perturbed

No answer, none

You ears will hear

For the spirits speak a language strange

Which is far, far beyond your ken

It is the tongue of every ghost

Of every maid and every crone

Of every mother and every child

Whose innocent life and smiling eyes

The savage sword of hate did blight



October 29, 2013


Conversation about this article

1: Harmeet Singh (USA), October 29, 2013, 11:37 AM.

Essentially, apocalyptic genocide and mass-murder has been glorified in Hindu scriptures such as the Bhagwad Gita as spirituality. The verse: "Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds," explains spiritual lust of the Hindu deity Krishna towards genocide and destruction, which are essential within the ambit of Hindu observance.

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