TODAY -
The Final Call
Shreekant Sadokpam *
This is the final call,
Heed, else we shall fall.
Priceless assets of culture,
Lay fallen with hidden lustre.
Tides of foreign culture,
Flushing out our culture.
Mother molested,
Yet you remain silent,
Fashioning your hair,
Perspiring to remain fair.
Brothers are hunted,
Sisters are raped,
Yet you remain ignorant,
Caring only to remain fragrant.
Lo and behold,
The centre has not completely lost hold,
For some siblings still stand tall,
Guarding our fall.
The clock is ticking,
Her eyes are drooping,
Her voice is fading,
This is Mother's last call,
Heed, else we shall fall.
* Poem written by Shreekant Sadokpam
The poet can be contacted at shreekant_sadokpam(at)yahoo(dot)com
This poem was webcasted on September 06 2012.
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