Yercaud Poetry Festival 2021, the fourth edition of the series, was themed on "Air". The title of the event was "Breathe Poetry – Reclaim Life". "Breath" is one of my poems contributed to the anthology of the same title. This video is a souvenir of the event.
Breath
The world is equal, you said. Like all blood runs red. But that’s truth distorted. For some, it’s red. And for some, it’s red black. Like a binary tree, it gradates from red to black. For, they have bled. They have bled for long, and their wounds have clotted.
The world is equal, you said. Like the sun shines on all. A tale nothing
short of tall. On some, it shines light. And on some, bright. So bright, now
there are dark skins and black lives. So black, not a ray of hope can pass.
The world is equal, you said. Like all are made of elements. With
dimensions. Of time, space and substance. Well, that’s naïve, if not dense.
For, the world looks through some. As if they are empty spaces. They might as
well be fragments.
The world is equal, you said. Like the air is for all to breathe. Now,
if that isn’t falsity! Air breathes white lies into some. And then black lives
cease to be.
Your law kneels
Way too hard on me
I can’t breathe!
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