Ur Indian - Poem by swetha vankayalapati
Days begin with praying hands
in holy waters to the deity
days forbidden in thy waters
unburnt bodies of dead;
To kill a worm on plants,
we spread poison in soils and waters
wiping out a village from our map
where the mother's milk is of pesticides;
know it as a political hand!
power cut ends up farmer's life
leaving villages to city life
living across factories disposal,
livelihood on lies, food from thy waters
healthcheckup in government hospitals
thy sophisticated doctors knew treating dead bodies
know it as a careless hand!
History only knew we taught peace to 'tis world
my kids only knew to make a game out of skeleton
my women only knew what dowry system has to do
we present domestic violence on them
she carries a womb, for its a daughter, we deny
waiting for a son!
Raise killing his dreams, having no penny
learn his suicide reading his letter,
he died of no love to his life!
know it as a corruption hand thy killed his dreams! !
My solidiers spirits only knew thy enemy,
thy family only knew what thy lost along with them;
not accidents that always we hear
its incidents we never dare again to hear
attacking with acids, burning alive
children born without organs,
stolen body organs.......
know it as a lustful hand cursing! !
ask me what right
have I to write....
for a reason I started writing
you might know
not knowing a way to run away
from thy hands, awaiting a helping hand...
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