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Poetry Salzburg Review to publish three poems by Abhay K.
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Nalanda Poems by Abhay K.
Archaeological complex of Nalanda Mahavihar has been designated as a World Heritage Site by UNESCO. On this great occasion sharing Nalanda Poems by poet-diplomat Abhay K first published by Poetry at Sangam.
1. The Day of Massacre at Nalanda
Bakhtiyar and his men
play buzkashi in my alleys today
monks are being burnt alive; and
those who try to escape are beheaded.
1. The Day of Massacre at Nalanda
Bakhtiyar and his men
play buzkashi in my alleys today
monks are being burnt alive; and
those who try to escape are beheaded.
Dharmagunj – the nine storied library
has burst into flames
smoke and ash from burning books
have turned the day into night.
The sun has disappeared from the sky today
and even my bricks bleed,
sacred chants that once purified Magadha
have turned into shrieks of a falling humanity.
The light of the world is fading today
to face ravages of time alone
abandoned, scorned, forgotten
or perhaps, to be reborn into many Nalandas.
2. The Rise of Nalanda
Forlorn under the red earth
buried for centuries
I rise today like a phoenix,
eight hundred years later
from ashes of my burnt books.
I open my arms today to embrace you
whoever you are, from wherever you are
come, walk into my enlightened fold
as once Buddha and Mahavira did
seeking shelter in my groves.
I remember Hiuen Tsang and Faxian –
the seekers from the East,
I hear footsteps of Aryabhata and Charaka
in my ancient compound today
you too come; come as I rise again.
has burst into flames
smoke and ash from burning books
have turned the day into night.
The sun has disappeared from the sky today
and even my bricks bleed,
sacred chants that once purified Magadha
have turned into shrieks of a falling humanity.
The light of the world is fading today
to face ravages of time alone
abandoned, scorned, forgotten
or perhaps, to be reborn into many Nalandas.
2. The Rise of Nalanda
Forlorn under the red earth
buried for centuries
I rise today like a phoenix,
eight hundred years later
from ashes of my burnt books.
I open my arms today to embrace you
whoever you are, from wherever you are
come, walk into my enlightened fold
as once Buddha and Mahavira did
seeking shelter in my groves.
I remember Hiuen Tsang and Faxian –
the seekers from the East,
I hear footsteps of Aryabhata and Charaka
in my ancient compound today
you too come; come as I rise again.
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