This March - A Ghazal The winter gales are lost, sun is getting hotter this March The jasmines in my planter yearn for water this March. Vibrant kites flutter in the blue, welcoming winds of cheer Gazing at the beauty a poet sits with his jotter this March. Tender shoots emerge, marking the end of their struggle Seeing them germinate, a smile adorns the cotter this March. My city cries of joy whereas another cries of atrocities Amidst all this frolics, a people are slaughtered this March. Incessant firings, grenades; the nightmares of being killed Bloodshed brutal has become a sensitive matter this March. The air reeks of gore, bodies scream for burial grounds A mother is numb on the death of her daughter this March. Spring is here but where is the spring song lost, Sweta? Elegies and epitaphs are served in a platter this March. We are celebrating. They are mourning. #yqbaba #marchpoem #englishghazal #war #life #ghazalsalltheway
