The Voice of Silence
Manoj Pukhrambam *
(in dedication to the victims of AFSPA and the on-going gun culture of Kashmir, Manipur and Northeastern states)
I can hear the voice of silence
When the bullet riddled body lay on the ground
When the dear departed makes no sound
Then I can hear the voice of silence
I can hear the cry of the souls
When the poor mother laments on seeing him dead
When the beloved wife weeps next to his bed
Then I can hear the cry of the souls
I can hear the last breath of theirs
When they were randomly picked by the soldiers
Being shot in the name of guarding the frontiers
Then I can hear the last breath of theirs
The silence has now been broken
For they can see our future forsaken
The path shall now lead to glory
And leave behind for the world a great history
I can now hear the voice of Freedom
The voice that has been suppressed for so long
The voice that can make us all strong
I can now hear the voice of Freedom
Please note: This poem was first published internationally in "TUCK MAGAZINE". TUCK is an international magazine publishing poems only on political and social sufferings including Human Rights violation across the globe.
Link: http://tuckmagazine.com/2019/01/09/poetry-1914/
Copyright: Pukhrambam Manoj
* Poem written by Manoj Pukhrambam for e-pao.net
The writer can be contacted at manoj(DOT)pukhrambam(AT)gmail(DOT)com
This poem was webcasted on 11 January 2019.
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