We Learn From History That We Learn Nothing

Pulkita Anand has authored two children’s e-books, her eco-poetry collection is we were not born to be erased. Her creative works have been published in Winc Magazine, Stanza Cannon, Superpresent, Muse, Madwomen in the Attic, Poetica#1, NCTE, Carmina Magazine, Origami Press, Asiatic, Inanna Publication, Bronze Bird Books, New Verse News, Hakara Journal, Madras Courier, Green Verse: An anthology of poems for our planet, Comparative Women, Borderless journal, and elsewhere.

The pages of the river are reading history

And the placid turquoise river that shines

With the touch of the sun

Carrying the news from coast to coast

And marries the wind, land and sand.

Hush! Listen, a sudden thud, a ripple, a trepidation

The water turned topaz

Turned jade

Turned ruby

Loaded ships with the heavy load

Is outweighed by the water of rotten corpses

Shaving the ground to zero

Signing the dust by translating the wind

Vowels whirled and consonants collided

Syntax of languid language is limping

The zooplanktons and planktons

Are searching for the moral ground of discourse

When a jellyfish caught the nuke and demanded a justification

Dolphins are holding diplomatic discourse

And octopus is busy predicting the course of the water

Water like time, time like water is running and dropping lives

Big whales are dreaming of the festival of sardines, among chaos

Starfish with many stars want to sway and be top on the chart

The slumbering turtling hope of the subterranean bunker

Refuses to comment on the situation

The salt on the wound is soaring

And the sea of hatred is soaring

Feasting seagulls are frolicking with fun

While sardines are running for their lives

The water rushed, gushed and hushed all

Fire of the river, fired the land, fired the sky

Marching silence is punctuated by the marching feet

All are told to abide by and respect The line drawn on the water.