Frozen

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I saw their green skin cringe

as I took this snap

at Jallianwala Bagh*

 

 

Their pallor’s silent wail

craved a release

from these vicious forms

 

 

The chilling Baisakhi day

is frozen in their leaves

and in this shot

 

 

*The Jallianwahla Bagh massacre, also known as the Amritsar massacre, took place on 13 April 1919 when a crowd of nonviolent protesters, along with Baishakhi pilgrims, who had gathered in Jallianwala BaghAmritsarPunjab, were fired upon by troops of the British Indian Army under the command of Colonel Reginald Dyer. The civilians had assembled to participate in the annual Baisakhi celebrations—both a religious and cultural festival for the Punjabis. Coming from outside the city, they may have been unaware of the martial law that had been imposed. The British government released figures stating 379 dead and 1200 wounded.[1][3] Other sources place the number of dead at well over 1000. Wikipedia

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Courtesy: Google Image (Baisakhi Day is the Harvest Festival of Punjab)

Posted for Sanaa’s Prompt Nights – A photograph is but a memory in raw format @ A Dash Of Sunny

&

Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

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34 thoughts on “Frozen

  1. It took me a moment to see that the green figures were holding guns. What a horrible, terrible piece of British history inflicted on the people. Thank you for sharing this – your poem is hard to read (but beautifully written).

  2. Oh Sumana, this is so very touching and poignant..❤ especially the lines ‘Their pallor’s silent wail craved a release from these vicious forms’ is such a strong and vivid image. A heartfelt tribute to those who have left us. May their spirit rest in peace. Ameen. Beautifully penned. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support. ❤

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

  3. I am pleased there is a memorial to this massacre. That it is a living one gives it a great meaning however much of the unrest we experience in the world these days is a remnant protest of the colonial period of many European nations. I am glad you featured it.

  4. A clever use of language here Sumana – from snap to shot..at first i thought the hedges were shaped as children playing..then realised what was being held.. some moments in history seem destined to be frozen in our memories..

  5. Seeing this must be like walking through the memorial at Auschwitz–horrible. Somehow, that it is a growing thing makes it more horrible. Frozen in our snap/shot is as close as i want to get. Brilliant!

  6. Topiary never struck me as aggressive before I saw the picture and read your poem. I can almost feel the bushes reluctance to be twisted into such sad forms, but as was pointed out earlier, it is important to remember.

  7. Horrifying, when peaceful people are gunned down. I resonate with Rommy’s comment about the topiary being reluctant to represent such a terrible event, trees being the peaceful creatures they are. But yes, we must remember.

  8. This poem gives me the chills, Sumana. The green figures with guns in the photo took my breath away! (Sorry I am late with this visit…making my way through the Pantry late!)

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