Dr.Suryaraju Mattimalla
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Fire starts to climb up, nearly touching the heavens.
The sound of crackling wood sounded like a death wail.
But what of the air that chokes and sighs?
When another body starts to turn to ashes and flies?
...
O valiant Derek, clad in blue's proud hue,
A steadfast guard where law and honor grew.
With resolute heart, you faced the urban fray,
A bulwark strong against the night's decay.
...
And here I stand, with grief and blazing ire,
To mourn a voice who lit the hearts to fire:
Charlie Kirk, patriot of steadfast creed,
Who sowed in youth the everlasting seed
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Dear Madam Manuela and your husband so dear,
Every day on the bus, your presence brings cheer.
"Namaste" we whisper, with smiles that unite,
Your beautiful warmth makes our world feel right.
...
On a cold day in Regensburg,
Divine intervention led us to meet.
We were aliens in an alien land,
Bearing tears, bearing heartaches,
...
ORS, draped in borrowed grace,
With banners of "care" on your glistening face-
Yet beneath your halls in Zurich, the whispers burn,
And in Bern and Lyss, the cold winds turn.
...
In Regensburg's shadows, you lie silent,
A child of hope, a beacon bright,
Left alone in a land where hate resides,
...
Where hope may go dim Even in a world where hope may go dim
You shine as bright in the face of the dark.
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O Robert, keeper of truth,
In a market noisy as it is, to break the silence,
You were against the storm,
Guarding the truth in the purest sense.
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In the depths of Andhra's fertile land, a leader rose,
A tribune of the poor, whose kindness forever glows.
YS Rajasekhar Reddy, a name etched in hearts,
A man whose compassion set countless lives apart.
...
From the lush fields of Andhra, a story unfolds,
Of two leaders whose compassion forever holds.
YSR, a beacon of hope in times of despair,
A leader born to show the world he cares.
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Beneath the weight of an unforgiving world, my son Stanford Suryaraju Mattimalla was robbed from me and was strangled by hands clothed with the garb of legal authority—a system that treats the vulnerable as experimental rats—by a neo-Nazi gynecologist in Regensburg, who saw not a life but a body to be used. On June 28, Wednesday,2023, in the asylum camp of Bajuwarenstr.,1A, my African wife, Selamawit Hailu Bezabih, became a vessel for their cruelty at the time of her 37th week and 3rd day of pregnancy, injected with Repevax, a vaccine she never needed, a shot that was never mandatory, a decision disguised as care but woven with malice. They spoke of protection, of winter's looming chill, but instead, they froze my son in death's embrace. And then, by July 2nd or 3rd, this tiny form lay still, silenced by a cold indifference that carried the name of science but reeked of something far more ancient: racism, xenophobia, and the quiet brutality of those who hold power over the displaced.
The German state, its legal systems, and its medical minds all turned away and dismissed our cries with the cruel insistence that his death was natural. What is natural about injustice? What is natural in the course of a life stolen before it had a chance to unwind? But Stanford was not a victim of mere migration; he was a victim of a world that feasts on the helpless, a history repeating itself in endless cycles of bigotry and denial. As Hindu swallowed my nameless Untouchable Madiga child in the blood-soaked name of Hindu honor, Africa and Germany took Stanford in the mask of migration and medicine. My son was declared dead on Tuesday, July 4,2023, at Caritas-Krankenhaus St. Josef in Regensburg, and by Tuesday, July 11,2023, he was laid to rest in 'Friedhof am Dreinigenberg, ' or 'Cemetery on Trinity Hill, ' in Regensburg, Bavaria, Germany. But there is no rest in my heart, no peace in this world justifying the unjust, which buries its sins beneath legal verdicts and scientific jargon. My son's name should have been a song, a future, a light—but instead, it is an echo swallowed by silence, a grief I must carry in a land that refuses to see.
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Dear Sir Oscar Schmid,
How can we express our gratitude to such a kind and generous heart? A heart that opens its doors when the world shuts them? How can our simple words stand before the beauty of your immense care? Our thanks seem small compared to the gift you gave—your tireless support to refugees and those who are displaced. You helped asylum seekers, the homeless, and the lost who found kindness in your German spaces. Without you, loneliness would have guided us through the quiet hours of the asylum camp.
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Dear Madam Manuela and Sir Klaus Fleischmann,
When we walked through unfamiliar lands,
You greeted us with a smile.
You brought a gentle presence where distance once was.
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Breath after breath,
Night after night,
Day after day,
Moment after moment,
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Dear Judge Frank Caprio,
You touched the hearts of millions.
Your birth was like the rising of a morning star
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Dr.Suryaraju Mattimalla Biography
Dr. Suryaraju Mattimalla is a renowned poet, human rights scholar, vegan, truth-social campaigner, and free-speech advocate based in the Netherlands. His poetry and critical writings appear regularly in American, Israeli, European, Indian, and Nagalim-based English newspapers and literary platforms. He is the author of Refugee Poems: Life in Exile, Volume 1 (2025) and Untouchable Poems: Lived Experience with Hindu Religion, Ideology, and Society (2024) , both published by Wipf & Stock, USA. His academic research includes Compatibility of the Death Penalty with the Purpose of Criminal Punishment in Ethiopia (2018) , published in The Age of Human Rights Journal. Dr. Mattimalla's literary works have been catalogued in prominent public libraries across the United States and Germany, and his poetry has been translated into French and published by Association SALAM, a respected humanitarian organisation. His writing is deeply shaped by lived experiences of caste oppression, political exile, and profound personal loss. These realities continue to inform his commitment to human rights, anti-caste advocacy, and poetry as a vehicle for witness, resistance, and memory. He lives in Germany with his wife, Selamawit Hailu Bezabih, and their son, Saviour Suryaraju Mattimalla. Their family has known both joy and tragedy, including the loss of their second child 'Stanford Suryaraju Mattimalla' for forced vaccination in late pregnancy in Germany and the earlier loss of his first baby for Hindu honour killing in India—events that mark his life and work with enduring grief, resilience, and a refusal to be silenced.)
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Against The Madness Of Cremation
Fire starts to climb up, nearly touching the heavens.
The sound of crackling wood sounded like a death wail.
But what of the air that chokes and sighs?
When another body starts to turn to ashes and flies?
Smoke is present, and it is as black as only hopelessness is.
Possessing sorrow, yet polluting the weather.
Rivers that were once clear are now tainted.
There are memories of burnt ashes; there are memories of grief.
Would this be the way their memories can be honored?
Thus, feeding the flame, fueling dread?
By casting their ashes and polluting the streams,
Is it possible to actually transform sacred waters into the dreams of death?
It hears tradition and its lore, but does it ever look?
The forests cut down, the dying trees?
The breath of life, now heavy and gray
When have funeral pyres been burning day after day?
For sake of peace, we started burning the earth.
But what and to what? Other names, other people, and the future—what is worth it?
When the environment we live in, the air we breathe
Is turned into poison by the very rites that we contemplate and hold sacred?
Believe that people leave us to go to a better place,
But at the same time, let the living be happy?
Cornered both make a way for both to survive.
For in death that falls and in the coals that burn.
They are the constructs beneath which lies a truth we all must know.
Earth is not ours to burn and to betray.
To honor the dead, there must be a new way.
Let there be some cool-off period where passions cool down and flames die out.
And all the smoke clears.
Hear the dead and the living; let the earth be at rest.
Dr. Suryaraju Mattimalla
Author, Academic, Activist & Vegan
Refugee Poems: Life in Exile, Volume 1
Ode to the 'Boots on the Ground', In response to the global surge of Antisemitism. A poem.
Ode to the Naga National Council: 75th Naga Plebiscite Day,
The Seed of the Word, Opinions
O Naga Mother: A Cry Against Gaslighting
Agony of A Nagaland Girl: A Cry for Freedom
The Masks of Academia
Nagalim in the Court of John Rawls's 'A Theory of Justice',
The Battle of Thuda: A Cry for Nagalim
I Am Nagalim
Untouchable Poems: Lived Experience with Hindu Religion, Ideology, and Society
Compatibility of the Death Penalty with the Purpose of Criminal Punishment in Ethiopia
Author's bio:
Dr. Suryaraju Mattimalla is an Indian asylum seeker from Germany. Dr. Mattimalla is a popular poet, human rights scholar, and vegan. He regularly publishes poems in American, Indian, and Israeli-based daily English newspapers and publication houses. He is the author of 'Refugee Poems: Life in Exile, ' Volume 1 (2025) , published by Wipf & Stock, USA, and 'Untouchable Poems: Lived Experience with Hindu Religion, Ideology, and Society' (2024) , published by Wipf & Stock, USA, and the author of the globally acclaimed 'Compatibility of the Death Penalty with the Purpose of Criminal Punishment in Ethiopia' (2018) , published by The Age of Human Rights Journal. He studied short courses in history, heritage and memory & human rights and democratization at the Federal University of Bahia, Brazil, and the University of Sydney, Australia, in 2009 and 2010. He is living with his Ethiopian-Tigrayan wife, Selamawit Hailu Bezabih, and seven-year-old son, Saviour Suryaraju Mattimalla, in Regensburg, Germany, where his second son, Stanford Suryaraju Mattimalla, was killed at 37 weeks and 3 days of pregnancy by a neo-Nazi German gynecologist by forceful vaccination in 2023. His first baby was killed by a Hindu honor killing in India in 2010.
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