Melody of Bandura
Neighborhood grocery store I walked like a shadow Picked up necessities from empty shelves Recession mocked me Inflation humiliated my wants I went to pay Credit card declined Zero balance Misery followed Car was hungry for fuel I threw the key into the flowing river Dnieper Reached home Walking alone through Deserted roads Darkness greeted me I entered my cost apartment I shivered without heating I sat with an empty plate Sipping soda from a green bottle I am an elderly woman Of a distant district town Staying alone In a war hit zone Silent cell phone Piercing sound of sirens No domestic gas supply Flameless oven I pray for peace every morning My piano needs my loving touch I play my favourite tune Doris Day comes alive Que sera sera, what will be, will be.... I am alone Amidst ego, arrogance of power Cold wind comforted my desperation My grieving heart floated in our haunting neighbourhood Looking for the familiar faces Nancy, Dorothy, Kate... Jolly good guys - Ted, Bill, James... Finally, assistance... Rescue team Humanitarian aid From the rubble of destruction. I buried my memories, sentiments, Belongings of my cosy home Destiny smiled in silence "Accept the apathy Move on".... I closed my eyes Now I have a new address Rescue centre... Status - Refugee In a Country culturally unknown to me... I look at the borderless sky If I die no one will cry... I slept deeply Only to wake up with loss of memory Fighting my last battle in a suburban town feeding a blue bird Looking at the crooked trees Near the forest of pine Holding a Bandura.... Last music My mother taught perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
Santasree Chaudhuri is an award winning entrepreneur, women’s rights activist, poet, and poetry-film-maker, currently based in Kolkata, India.