Oblivion
Pragya Moirangthem *
Nocturnal eyes stare at us
from the darkness
the cold heartedness sends a chill
down our spines
a sudden strike on the door,
a swift thud
and our men fall on the ground
full of blood.
Men in camouflage march in
breaking our doors and walls
a cacophony of screams, cries and merciless beatings
penetrate into our land
and our hearts.
Monotonous, steady drops of water drip from the tap
women scream and shout resisting rape
our Mother cries helplessly
crimson red tears flow endlessly
Like glowworms, we flicker in the dark
the Sun refuses to shine,
we stay in the dark,
there's no Light.
This is us –
we play about the mouth of Death
our lives drowned in merciless oblivion.
* Poem written by Pragya Moirangthem for e-pao.net
The poet can be contacted at pragyamoirangthem(at)gmail(dot)com
This poem was webcasted on May 28 2013.
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