I Hate Freedom!
Jayanta Oinam *
While I was still a kid
They bring all sorts of guns and lots of ammunition
They bring lots of pamphlets and cries
And suddenly, they all died
Leaving me with some dreams and their anthems!
Few years later,
I found myself fighting for the freedom
Though I couldn't care much about it,
They said, I need freedom
So that I can be raised like one of them
In fatigue, in camouflages
In the drain, in the ridges
In the psyche, with hunger
They said, freedom comes with hunger!
Today, I hate freedom
It dies with liberty
Every time I open my arms, for some love
It came asking for the reason.
It asked: give me a perfect reason;
I had no answer, thus
I continue fighting for the freedom.
* 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 December 28, 2009.
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