An Act
W Rorrkychand Singh *
I saw it, I taste its massacre
The black law, with the mask.
May be momentary
I am free from its helm
Sans its pain here in this land of others.
A life- a Freedom life
That's yearn to thirst
As if comes once in life
By my siblings but only in visions.
Far away from my ears
The night hunting boots,
To my land of Dew's
The Market place of one lakh.
Dew, my mother
Never sees glittering herself
Every morning, camouflage awoken.
Oh! You might be feeble
Safeguarding my poor brothers,
Militate against the inflictions upon your daughters.
I heard, I know, it's still alive there
The black law, with a mask.
* Poem written by W Rorrkychand Singh from Shimoga, Karnataka, a first time contributor to e-pao.net .
You can contact the Poet at rorrky(at)gmail(dot)com
This poem was webcasted on June 06 2011.
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