We Are No Different

We Are No Different long poem

Uploaded by Seema Punwani


We are no different
You and I
I saw your fingers hesitate to pull the trigger on innocent satyagrahis
And when you did, you shut your eyes tight
You saw me lift the weightless body of my son
And when I thrust the sharp blade in the belly of your comrade, you did not stop me

We are no different
You and I
When you whipped my back, I bled the colour of vermilion…deep red
When our freedom fighters shot your Lieutenant his blood spilled too..and it was red

We are no different
You and I
You are called a soldier, you adorn a sharp uniform
I am labeled a krantikari, I wear what can camouflage me

We are no different
You and I
You miss the perfume of your English flower garden in summer
I crave for the smell of monsoon rain on my village field

We are no different
You and I
My mother wept tears of grief when you handcuffed me, wet, salty tears
Your wife cried when she left behind the country she had grown to love

We are no different
You and I
Somewhere in a cottage in an old town your mother awaits your return
And here my ma recites hopeless prayers for my release

We are no different
You and I
You will bear the cross of wives you widowed and daughters you orphaned
I will be haunted by the wails of my fellow fighters who did not live to see their 18th birthday

We are no different
You and I
Pawns in the political brigade
Fighters in a war we don’t desire

We are no different
You and I
Oh Englishman you followed orders befitting a soldier
And I broke the law that simply wasn’t ever mine to follow

We are no different
You and I
We both just want peace
Peace to breathe the air which has no taint of burning flesh

We are no different
You and I
We both just want freedom
Freedom from our nightmares that come uninvited every night

We are no different
You and I
We both just want to live again and love once more
And find that spark of humanity that will lead us towards the light, away from this darkness

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Abhinav Saxenaa
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@seema: beautiful poem on Independence eve ad one line in your poem -“And I broke the law that simply wasn’t ever mine to follow” remind me of a a famous event in Gandhiji’s starting days of Satyagraha in 1917 and he said this- “Is moral law, the law of conscience, higher than the law of the state which is oppressive” and he defied the British in moral way…and another line which I liked which you have written in starting in every stanza and which resonates with Gandhian philosophy is that you have written such remarkably-
“We are no different
You and I ”
Thats Gandhian as well as Indian philosophy of “Vasudhaiv Kutumbakam”…
Nice poem Seema!!

Debabani
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Beautiful poem on independence.

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