Isn’t for that,
You are blindfolded?
You have been put a yoke around your neck?
And there is filariasis in your foot,
And, your hands are amputated?
Oh Still!
Your brain is not dead?
And,
Your universe is not dark yet?
And,
In the locked cabin,
For what
You are wrestling
Like a wounded worm?
Justice?
Oh, good joke!
Your tongue must be cut out.
Don’t you know yet?
You need to realize in pain.
You should discern
The suffocating humiliation!
Do you register?
How many
unmarked trails are there
On the evolutionary map?
How many
justice probes are there,
where
All the consciousness are burried!
Do you know,
how many are there in this earth,
Fell on the incessant
Deep, deep trench of Sea?
Do you know,
How many living cadavers are there?
How many living cadavers are there!
Sunitha Ganesh
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