TODAY -
Killing Fields
Jayanta Oinam *
I was mistaken
He wanted to kill me for a deer
In some dense forest
They came with all their gears
For a hunting, no prejudice
They thought, it moves
And true, I moved for my limbs!
Little later, there was a cry
They have shot someone else
In the field
They thought, there is no name
No identity, no fruit of tomorrow
'we better off to a new terrain,
We better cleanse it off, for
a smooth path'.
After few minutes, another bang in my eardrum
It reverberates, recoiled like a spring:
You hold it tight and it sprung.
Some rallies, some cries…
Damn it, my ear was not a tin drum!
Again, little far away from my grave
They stroll and dogs barked!
* Poem written by Jayanta Oinam ( a regular contributor to e-pao.net) on 08/08/2009. 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 February 05, 2010.
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