Survivors Poem by NAYANIKA DEY

Ruckuses uproars and turmoil
But that was not all
That our ears perceived
Bloodshed carnage and bloodbath
Of our own bloods
That was what our eyes lived with.
Our bodies were tripped over, tied up, tasered
Spanked, flogged, scourged and savored
By the inhuman communities.
With blood leaking out
From swelled veins
And with lesions and cicatrices
Getting deeper with every perforations
While we sat fragile, worn
Looped lassoed and shackled in silence
Watching shadows and scenes
of assaults, electrocutions, bashing
Decollation and alive burns
Beckoning to deaths
And we are some of the bondage survivors
From a world without peace and enslaved.

~Nayanika Dey