Jallianwalabagh

Stood before the painting

A gigantic one

Men women children

All slept on the ground;

I was reminded of Goya's paintings

Truth, they say, is always stark and visible,

The museum had many visitors

All moving like swarm of multitude,

From one exhibit to another,

I got stuck to that painting

Floor to ceiling

Almost

Covering the most of the wall;

'Hurry up! We need to see other things

As well...'

Someone said,

Yes, we got to see so many other things,

That bullet ridden building,

That garden where pigeons play,

Was walking out

Then again stopped,

At one corner

There was another exhibit,

A long letter written by Tagore,

Alphabets tangibly non violent,

Yet after so many years they carried a deep resent,

Country,

You have suffered for long.