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We want them with us 

all those children whose parts we are collecting now. 

A communique from the Rajya Sabha Secretariat was issued to announce the committees.

The decision, he had said, was inspired by a similar directive announced by the Yogi Adityanath-led Uttar Pradesh government.

We won't reprimand them for a mistake in dictation  

We will buy them many pencils, notebooks, colored button-shirts and dresses spinning during the school celebrations. 

They have papers in class waiting for the first letter of their first line   

They have seats in the schools 

They have their turn in the line for the supermarket 

They have candies on the shelf of the grocery store 

And new clothes in the feast market 

We want their fuss in the house yard 

We won’t reprimand them for breaking a plate in the house saloon 

We won’t yell at them for being careless 

And for losing their ball 

And for the theft of their slippers from the mosque’s door 

We want them among us to play with the grandmothers’ houses 

To ruin her furniture and break her teacup 

We want them to cuddle in the aunts’ laps 

And join the aunts in the wedding court  

To dance 

To  make a dabka 

To scream in the neighbourhood street 

Let their screams break the trees’ branches 

We want them among us  

Death doesn’t take them 

We want them in the house 

In the street 

In the market 

In the library 

In the park 

And on the feast swings. 

And in every corner of the country. 

Don’t take them to death 

We want them all 

All as one body playing in the city!  

(October / 2023) 

BY Nandini Sen Mehra

My martyred friends 

My martyred friends 

My martyred brothers 

My martyred children 

My martyred beautiful girlfriends 

My martyred nice neighbors 

They are circulating your names 

Writing it in front of me 

Placing it on my eyes 

Feeding it to my mouth 

Hitting my chest with it 

And placing it in my hand 

I know you 

I know you 

They think I don’t know you because I’m not crying for you 

But I carry you with me, martyr after martyr in my bags  

And when we are rescued, if rescued, 

You will wake up 

And I will blow the bomb dust from your hair 

And will march in your funeral 

And will cry for you every time the raindrops 

And every time the sea pulls over its hand 

And every time the cities fall asleep 

And every time the mothers scream for their children lost in the crowd. 

Grief for you will stretch over all tables 

And in all the school classes 

And in the feast markets 

And in all the rescue prayers 

And in every lock of hair 

And in all the skin pores. 

Sleep now for us 

Our excuse is your current absence  

So excuse our swift mourning for you  

And when it is over, you will wake up to witness our extensive grief, my dear martyred loved ones. 

(October/2023) 

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