Death Cries In Manipur!
Jayanta Oinam *
My presence was suspicious,
It smelt rotten spirits everywhere, and
Questions on morality repeated itself like a rhyme.
Something strapped my soul, it has got
Spikes that swerves between faith and betrayal
Yes, they are all legends in the streets of Manipur,
With play-cards, with fancy slogans,
And the Death stood there alone!
Little suspicious, in the games we play
Of killing, of brutality and brotherhood;
Ask me, are they real, these corpses,
These bruises, these slogans, these gallows?
I leaned on him and explained holding my guts:
No, these are the remnants, only the leftover
Of a great feast, fed upon and
Of carnal existence with revenge and extermination and
Of cleansing for a great civilization!
He cried.
* Poem written by Jayanta Oinam ( a regular contributor to e-pao.net) . The poet can be contacted at jayanta_oinam(at)rediffmail(dot)com . You can also check out his blog at Leitmotif
This poem was webcasted on May 27, 2009.
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