(This brief ghazal is dedicated to Disha Salian and Sushant Singh Rajput who were brutally murdered on June 08 and June 14 of the year 2020 seriatim, in the city of Mumbai.)
Who sutured up these gashes, these wounds, in the shallows of the night?
Bid the guardians of the square to set up the gallows of the night?
It is said there are groping hungers in that grim metropolis of treacheries,
Predators prowl on tiptoes, feast on livers, in the shadows of the night.
When the jury becomes the butchers, the butchers dress up as the jury,
It’s the naked lust of the unashamed, unclad bedfellows of the night.
Ravaged and hurled down a tower, denuded she laid in a mortuary,
The crooked in beige scrubbed her off like the tallows of the night.
It’s been aeons the half-dead tree has waited for shoots on its skeleton,
Dreaming of what once was a canopy, a verdant mallow of the night.
Uma, do you remember the song of joy as distinct from the mourning?
Ravens rend the boulevard, masquerade as swallows of the night.