It’ll Take More Than That…

Bomb our buildings, buses and trains,
Bleed us till you’ve emptied our veins,
But however evil be your goal,
You won’t destroy our soul,
It’ll take more than that…

You want us to be cowed and down,
But we will never bow our crown,
A lot more blood you might spill,
Our spirit you will never kill,
It’ll take more than that…

Flames you snuffed out, leaving much blight,
Homes were plunged into absolute night,
But however loud our wails and screams,
You cannot shatter our dreams,
It’ll take more than that…

The lives you took were not armed,
Remember that neither are yours charmed,
To justice you will be brought,
But even hanging you won’t lessen our wrath,
It’ll take more than that…

Bring it on, what else have you got?
We’ll bring each of your efforts to naught,
Try divide us… use all your might,
But you’ll never ever see us fight,
It’ll take more than that…

The loss hurts, hurts as hell,
The pain is more than our faces can tell,
You may have brought tears to our eyes,
But you won’t stop us from touching the skies,
It’ll take more than that…

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Saurin Desai’s first love led to a roaring affair that's ongoing now since nearly 30 years. At the innocent age of 8 he met a comic book that whacked him on the head (pun intended) and he fell heels-over-head, literally (pun not intended). But being commitment-phobic, he had a couple of dalliances: with engineering, jobs & businesses, before succumbing to the seduction of the writer's life and giving up everything to become lazier than he ever was. Through all of this he continued to rendezvous with poetry. And after one very, very, long pregnant pause, the poems that had owned him all these years recently agreed to stop possessing him and start haunting the world. And, here we are..."Solitude and Other Obsessions"
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