On the fire

On the fire, I walk.
Beneath the rain, I cry.
Under the hailstones, I survive.
In the thunder, I howl.
Throughout the storm, I fly.
Below the star, we hide.
In the dark, I search my way.
All through the frozen winter, I swim.
Encircled by testosterone soldiers,
We encircle thabal chongba[1].
Under the moon, they rape.
Under the sun, they kill.

Rojio Usham

29th August 2009

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[1] Manipuri moonlit dance in circle.