somehow remembered about this poem of Allen Ginsberg on 1971. Really heart touching, may all of them rest in peace "September on Jessore Road" Millions of babies watching the skies Bellies swollen, with big round eyes On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts Noplace to shit but sand channel ruts Millions of fathers in rain Millions of mothers in pain Millions of brothers in woe Millions of sisters nowhere to go One Million aunts are dying for bread One Million uncles lamenting the dead Grandfather millions homeless and sad Grandmother millions silently mad Millions of daughters walk in the mud Millions of children wash in the flood A Million girls vomit & groan Millions of families hopeless alone Millions of souls nineteenseventyone homeless on Jessore road under grey sun A million are dead, the million who can Walk toward Calcutta from East Pakistan Full poem here >> everyday-beat.org/ginsberg/poems/jessore.txt
Posted on: Mon, 16 Sep 2013 19:34:39 +0000
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