Friday 23 December 2011

Vaachaathi



Vaachaathi
The solitude of the lonely one
was standing guard fasting
on ekadashi**** day
on the track to vaachaathi.

When the holy democracy is being
torn off in gifts and affluence,
the fire of death was burning
in the cemi-starving stomachs
of Vaachaathi.

After the rainstorm of gifts
when you were climbing to power
with filled balat boxes,
democracy was being
 raped here.

When the innocence of
the bloodless children,
 born in the brain which is
mad of power,
was being questioned,
you were unfastening
the wolves of bureaucracy
to erase the hopes of our children
 and the scent and colour of earth.

You and your judiciary
may set them free
who came searching
for our flesh.
And the rules
written for us
may become a worthless effigy
But keep it in your mind;
that dawn will emerge tomorrow too,
and a new generation will
rise up from the ocean of tears
which will flow out from
our blood soaked eyes
and in the wind roaring in them
our undergarments
which you stained with blood
will fly as red flags
and their sound and strength
will deliver the historic verdict
in you as
bleeding
punishment.
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***An imaginary place.
**** The eleventh day of each lunar month

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