A Fire-Girl From East Poem by Vadakkumpurath Ramesan

They had nine suns
That never permitted
The night to come!
It was she with a bow
And arrow felled the suns
One by one till the eighth
And the ninth rushed
To its hideout!
It was then the darkness
Pervaded the Manipur land
It was then people slept
And dreamed and started
Romance that brought love!
The Manipuris lost the dream
When the armed men started
Gushing the bullets
From the guns in their hands
Against the men and women
Their homestead and their dreams!
They outraged and ravished
The manipuri girls
And the rape followed gun-shoot
At her genitals
And silence her forever.
Irom Sharmila
Lit the fire in Manipuriland
Challenging the military
Atrocities against the right
To live with self respect
And she vowed not to take
A dropp of water till Manipur
Is liberated from the brutal
Clutches of the draconian
British made repression Act!
Irom sharmila vowed to die
As people were silenced
By the bullets pelting
Before her in a mid-night
Where she decided not to dream
And not to pen a poem
Till the Manipuris are liberated
From the olive green clad men!
She continue her revolt
Rejuvenating the millions
Even from her bed
Where she was force-fed nasally.
Yet the persecution goes on
With tremor and terrify
The Manipuri land
But the strong woman of the East
Never relent to the threat
And determined to die
For a noble cause
As her stead fast love
For humanity
The chastity of women
The dignity of men
And right of children
To live as human beings
Glow like a fie
Unrelenting and unabated.
Salute! Irom Sharmila!