Out of the snow covered peace
scream my scattered skeleton pieces
yearning through the wuthering winds 
to merge into a whole emptiness;
dreamy as turth, proving a real lie.

The flakes of my unconquerable soul
cry as silently as the crucified Love
in the snow sleets of the bleeding sky,
the bat evening hangs upside down  
from a parapet of a blasted hospital.

Leaving behind the menaced lanes,
the ruined square that leads nowhere,
I rise out of Love's aborted embryo,
unbowed and imperishable as soul.
I liberate my fate from pit of destiny.

The shards of a broken mirror
never forget to reflect, whatever,
but lies as dangerous as a knife
resting in a crafted scabbard of ages;
as hatred silenced into frozen peace.

Pain, that have not cried aloud,
a flame blown off when still in flicker, 
dying, standing in a queue of life 
for bread, or melting snow for water,
such stunned deaths deny all horror.

Charged with unwept tear of anguish,
staring eyes of bewildered corpses
turn into diamond in the mass graves;
unearthed coal masters the power,
diamond shapes the ultimate crown.

©Kakoli Ghosh

Published in the anthology : “Poetry for Ukraine”, edited by Robin Barratt, published by The Poet.