Dr.Suryaraju Mattimalla
Dr.Suryaraju Mattimalla Poems
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.
...
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.
...
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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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?
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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.
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On a cold day in Regensburg,
Divine intervention led us to meet.
We were aliens in an alien land,
Bearing tears, bearing heartaches,
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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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Beneath The Veil Of Neutrality
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.
You preach of "neutral, " of balance, of peace,
Yet your daggers of bias shall never cease.
I walked through your doors, a soul to mend,
But you staged a theatre with no end;
Scarves and crescents adorned the walls,
While truth lay shackled in silent halls.
"Free Palestine" stickers your waiting rooms wore,
While hatred slithered through every door;
Songs of scorn for women and free minds rang,
While your workers danced in their tribal gang.
Company of care in written name,
Your acts and your masks are not the same.
Your nurses fumbled with hands of pride,
Mocked my wife, and turned aside;
Yet when their brethren stood nearby,
They smiled like suns beneath the sky.
Their tongues were honey, their eyes were knives,
Their creed their crown, not saving lives.
You scorned our greetings, "Namaste, "
And cursed the light of another way;
Your lips recite "rehabilitate, "
But your gaze declares: "assimilate."
In Switzerland's soil, where free hearts bloom,
You plant the seeds of a shadowed gloom.
Where once stood values bold and bright,
You drape them now in medieval night.
You mark the pig with a cross of shame,
Erase its soul to exalt your name;
Yet preach of "diversity, " "equal, the same, "
While fanning a deeply ancient flame.
You smile at law, yet scorn its core,
And call it "service" while closing the door
On Christians, Hindus, Buddhists, more-
On every faith not yours, ignored.
Serco's heir, beware the truth's refrain:
Your gilded masks will melt in pain.
For freedom breathes where truth runs wild,
Not where lies are soft and styled.
The West will rise, its banners high-
While your false "neutrality" fades and dies.
Copyright ©️ Suryaraju Mattimalla 2025
Dr. Suryaraju Mattimalla, Poet, Human Rights Scholar, Asylum Seeker, Free-Speech Advocate
Prestegious Publications:
Naga Poetry (The Battle of Hoshepu & The Battle of Satakha)
PAIN D'ESPOIR, MAINS DE SALAM(French Translated Poem)
Nagaland: The Cradle of Humanity and Civilization
Ode to the Defenders: The IDF Resolve; Echoes of October 7; Jewish and Untouchable Carcasses; Twin Stars Tragedy: Tribute to Yaron Lischinsky and Sarah Lynn Milgrim; Ode of Gratitude: Thank You, Donald Trump; Ode of Gratitude: A Prayer for Benjamin Netanyahu; Ode to Leadership: A Thank You to Joe Biden; A Call to Columbia: Honor Knowledge, Reject Hate
Refugee Poems: Life in Exile, Volume 1(Grand Poetry Book)
Ode to the 'Boots on the Ground', In response to the global surge of Antisemitism.
Ode to the Naga National Council: 75th Naga Plebiscite Day
The Seed of the Word
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(Book)
Compatibility of the Death Penalty with the Purpose of Criminal Punishment in Ethiopia
Author bio:
Dr. Suryaraju Mattimalla is a renowned poet, human rights scholar, vegan, asylum seeker, and free-speech advocate from Switzerland. He regularly publishes poems in American, Israeli, European, Indian, and Nagalim-based daily English newspapers and publication houses. He lives with his Ethiopian-Tigrayan wife, Selamawit Hailu Bezabih, and seven-year-old son, Saviour Suryaraju Mattimalla, in Switzerland. His family lived 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 'Repevax' vaccination on June 28,2023. His first baby was killed by a Hindu honor killing in India in 2010.
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