On BT Road
Homen Thangjam *
On BT Road
July 23, 2009
They pulled me inside a pharmacy.
I was killed to cover their dirt.
As the bullets riddled my belly
"Bang, bang, bang …"
Everything became silent.
The exploding gunshots silenced
Noises of the mortal beings.
Everything was silent.
Then,
I heard someone crying.
Someone is crying.
Who is that?
Is it the child clutching
On the swollen belly
Of his bullet riddled pregnant mother?
In a hazy slow motion
As if heaven cursed me
I had fleeting glimpses
Of pulsating beats on her belly
An Abhimanyu like foetus
Knocking on the womb like Subhadra's
With tiny clenched fists.
Is it his cry?
"Mother, mother, wake up!"
Is it her cry?
"Hush, my children, my precious, hush!"
Someone is crying.
Yes, it is my soul
At the threshold of departure
To a world unknown
Crying in unison along with
The souls of the mother and foetus
And the living child.
Everything else was silent.
How quiet it was.
Suddenly the sun went away.
I was enveloped in deep silence.
I lay there in stillness.
*** Written by Homen Thangjam, is a regular contributor to e-pao.net
You can contact him at homenth(at)gmail(dot)com
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