The War is on the rise
Boboi Pukhrambam *
Beware Beware Beware!
We can see Black & Crows everywhere.
Their Cows have crossed into our boundaries;
Within the boundaries lie our harvest and our families.
The War is on the rise.
Our people are still feeling nice.
Their Guns are being pointed on us;
We shall lay our lives thus.
Bullets piercing through innocent lives;
Our own beheaded with sharpened knives.
Our Young women bleeding between pair of thigh;
They would do all these and not give a sigh.
You may still continue living for today.
Not thinking for tomorrow what might may.
You shall die with their mortal brotherly relations.
You will not even live for your loved one's cremations.
Oh! How shameful that you are one of us;
Who dares not to speak or take the Onus.
What an irony that you love the West.
Who doesn't even consider you to be their guest.
Hold on your words to replace it with Swords.
For one day you shall hear the Gunshots.
That day, only the strongest will survive.
Those would die who can't even hold a knife.
Rise up; Rise up for your motherland.
For our fertile soil and for our forefather's land;
Fear not the Sword, Fear not the Gun,
For we are not the Chosen One.
* Poem written by Boboi Pukhrambam for e-pao.net
The Poet is a resident of Cachar and can be contacted at pukhrambam(dot)boboi(at)gmail(dot)com
This poem was posted on January 10, 2015.
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