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Potshangbam Nyaydhar *
Came with tight fists,
As if will be taking on the world
Never certain as to how,
Me will be negotiating,
The blind allies of life,
Drifting as a dry wood,
Sail-less adrift on the waves of life,
Will my school or parents,
Show me the way,
How shall the blind the blind?
Is my school a torture chamber?
Abusive teachers manhandling,
Their helpless taughts,
Bloodied was my classmate's face,
A method gone wild,
In the untrained hands,
Nowhere to run,
Entrapped is this soul,
In a confused space of adults,
How can "child be the father man"?
When the hands that rocks,
Are "corporeal punishment happy"?
Engulfed with the "Darkness at Noon",
Children getting smothered,
In the hot smoke blowing all around,
Waiting for the adults to grow,
And let the encaged innocents free,
Where they will be nurtured,
But not tortured in the adults' smoky world,
They shall grow as the flowers bloom,
The wish of the tight fists,
Of the new born may see,
The light of the sunny day.
* Poem written by Potshangbam Nyaydhar for Hueiyen Lanpao (English Edition) as part of Nyaydhar's Poetic Circlet
The poet is Class-X student at Bethel English School, Nambol
This poem was webcasted on July 03 2013.
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