Where are those days
indifferent and proactive?
The circled flight of birds-
unified, natural and free...
All had gone astray...
Parched land of disparity,
where like the dog
Humanity is tied in the veranda
by chains of eternal anarchy.
Myself uneasy and concerned these days,
The circled flight of birds-
rebellious restrained and caged...
blurred with time,
The entire 10 years struggle was just a puppet show...
But a three days drama made a BIG sense
For the simple reason that
Anna Hazare was not Irom Tomba
The sun is stern, and the moon weeps.
See the fractures
There is a boundless range
Feel the heartaches
there is an endless pain.
And I can’t tell,
if the cats are any higher
Than mountains.
I can’t stay in this country
Brother Anna
You stepped all over us…
your paths are like tectonic valleys
millions of lines
discriminating and racial lines
What for
I have to sing
Jana Gana Mana…?
Usham Rojio
17th April 2011.
About Me
- Rojio Usham
- Presently a post doctoral fellow at Jawaharlal Nehru University, New Delhi. One of the Associate Editors of "Eastern Quarterly". Writes poetry and short plays, performs and directs plays experimenting different forms of acting methodology and performance aesthetics.
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