Sleep

When the enemies surrounded their homes, Their guns were sleeping tight Pouring oil into their noses. When their mothers, sisters, wives and daughters Were being raped together on the same bed, Their guns were sleeping tight Like Kumbhakarna.* And finally when they were attacked And being slaughtered like bulls Felling them on the ground, Still their guns were into deep sleep. Someone rushing said to them, 'Brethren, Kindly make your guns awake.' They, setting hands on his mouth, said, 'By God, never utter such a word; Let the guns sleep peacefully As they are sleeping now; We want to see them sleeping this way for ever; Even after the doomsday, we want to see No one has come to break their innocent sleep.' * a mythical monster mentioned in the Indian epic Ramayana who slept six months at a stretch.