Mustard yellow.
If autumn came to poppies
And the opium wars were rewritten.
They would be here I suppose.
In the folds of a now bifurcated Punjab,
Colourful in the crevices,
Bloodless on either side,
Habituated to dying in their sleep now. .
Memory quietly runs over,
Silent weeps and gulps of sunshine,
Waging wars with thrones,
Tyrants and a millennia lost to swords and horses.
Godmen sired and assassinated
But history remembers Chenab.
The last to be whitewashed. .
History endures.
Frozen in cordoned off exits,
Colours splashed over a sanguine spring
The onset of a Jallianwalah
Revolution and atheism
How to make a bomb and why to be godless
They were writing down scars
Tricoloured
Flying away
Like dreams often do,
On the banks of Ravi
One fine January morning. .
Will Punjab ever forget August?
Blood etched and Radcliffed,
sprawled across either sides
why else would we remember Faiz
Or years later,
Blue stars twinkling in a turbaned summer sky? .
Decades have eluded us here,
The lines are blurry, the corn ripe
And the revolution once green,
Has seeped into the folds
Salty and earthy
Tainted
Burning away in the ashes
Of yellowing stubbles
In the hope
That it reaches the other half.
Floating westward and southward
Mustard yellow
But never sublime
Wondering
If only
Autumn had come to poppies

Neelashi Shukla, Delhi

(Neelashi Shukla?is a contemporary poet who writes across various socio-economic and geo-political themes. She has published two books of poetry,?Sleepwalking?and?Tease, and is working on her debut novel.)

Ailaan (Proclamation)

Some will sharpen a khanda, some a kirpan Delhi, we will worry you as one
Greater than your gain will be the harm done But matters of crops the farmers will decide

Individuals uniting will become millions The beads on your neck will be twisted Eighty-year old
elders will strike you The young will proclaim war on you Delhi, we will worry you as one
But matters of crops the farmers will decide

Just a few hours journey, Delhi
We will remind you of your limits, Delhi Climbing on your chest we will cheer
We will be encouraged by the sky
Delhi, we will worry you as one
But matters of crops the farmers will decide

We will fight the battle for rights with our rights After winning we will offer charity and
protection We are proud to have the judgement of history Let truth win on this battlefield

Delhi, we will worry you as one
But matters of crops the farmers will decide

—Translated from Punjabi???????

Koi khand?e tikhe koi kirpan karoogaa Tainoon dilliye ikat?h pareshaan karoogaa Teraa faaide naalon ziaadaa nuksaan karoogaa Par fasalaan de faisale kisaan karoogaa?

Ihnaan ‘katiaan de eke ‘ch karor? hon?ge
Teri dhaun? de jo man?ke maror? hon?ge
Assi varhe diaan baabiaan ton lai ke thaapar?aa Tainoon jang daa ailaan naujavaan karoogaa Tainoon dilliye ikat?h pareshaan karoogaa
Par fasalaan de faisale kisaan karoogaa?

Bas chaar panj ghant?iaan di vaat dilliye Tainoon yaad karvaa diyaange aukaat dilliye Teri hikk utte char?h ke jaikaare laun?ge Saad?i haunslaa afazai asmaan karoogaa Tainoon dilliye ikat?h pareshaan karoogaa Par fasalaan de faisale kisaan karoogaa?

Asin haq di lar?ai haq naal lar?aange
Asin jitaange te deg teg fatih par?haan?ge Saanoon maan vari rae itihaas de utte
Baaki dudh paani jang daa maidaan karoogaa Tainoon dilliye ikat?h pareshaan karoogaa
Par fasalaan de faisale kisaan karoogaa

Vari Rai, Punjab

(Vari Rai,?the lyricist of the song?Ailaan—a song of resistance on farmers’ protest sung by Punjabi singer Kanwar Grewal—grew up in the village of Harnalpur in Mohali, Punjab. He juggles working at a bank and writing.???????)