Choir of the broken
Moirangthem Minakshi Devi *
We don't seek a way out from the suffocating darkness,
We rather scramble for some hole so the light can get through.
When we reach the peak of distress,
We don't comfort each other but leave each other alone.
We bury the stars in our souls with dirts of the ignorant.
If one of us saw a sparkle shilling through the cloth of our dress,
Instead of tearing the attire a shame apart,
We ask for more dirt from the same torturing hands.
We, choir of the broken, are masters of our art,
Self inflicted hurt, demeaning each other through flawless lyrics,
Defending those responsible for the ruin we are.
For the common good, we kill each other,
For the praise of the monster, we hold each other's hands.
* Poem written by Moirangthem Minakshi Devi for The Sangai Express
This poem was webcasted on 25 August 2022.
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