As I Mourn....

The ferocity of my unexpressed grief
shall one day
uncurl my balled fists
and get your throat
and rip that collar
of ruthless hegemony
fortified by layers of vacuousness
couched in systemic violence
that flows unabated
through your words
in your voice
spewing venom
setting my home on fire
splitting my skull
and splattering my soul
on your stealthy that love tracks
that mask your rottenness
your demonic innards
your incompetence
and the dark dark vacuum
called your heart!

That day shall
beckon
not just Elavarasan
but, Gokila
Bhotmange,
and the whole army of us
shall overthrow you
your bunch of lies
your poisoned breads
your rules of social behavior
your advice and counsel
and your justice!

Comments

This is a very strongly worded...rightly so ! The audacity and ruthlessness is indeed shocking. The state has failed !
Deepa said…
Very powerfully expressed. Bravo!

On another note, wasn't that Priyanka and Surekha Bhotmange? (Gokila?)
Happy heart said…
Read about Gokhila here:
http://roundtableindia.co.in/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=6001:the-murder-of-a-dalit-girl-and-the-silence-over-it&catid=119:feature&Itemid=132
Deepan Kannan said…
This is just brilliant!
Nithya said…
Strong, powerful words. The grief is so evident; it is so very stubborn, it keeps gnawing at you, even after one has stopped reading the poem.

We are a bunch of numb people Han, we do not react to much; atleast you threw your heart open to let the emotions flow, freely, forcefully. Bravo!
Nithya said…
Strong, powerful words. The grief is so evident; it is so very stubborn, it keeps gnawing at you, even after one has stopped reading the poem.

We are a bunch of numb people Han, we do not react to much; atleast you threw your heart open to let the emotions flow, freely, forcefully. Bravo!
Nithya said…
the silly blog didnt allow me to post my comment!

I think your poem is very powerful and very well written. Keep writing.

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