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, bashings
Decollations and alive burns
Beckoning to deaths
And we are some of the bondage survivors
From a world without peace and enslaved.
~Nayanika Dey
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Nayanika Dey is an Indian poetess, born on October 29, 1993 in Durgapur, West Bengal, India. She is a Naji Naaman Literary Laureate 2017, with the honorary title of member of Maison Naaman pour la Culture and also "Wordsmith Writer". Her poems are published in a number of national and international journals and anthologies. Some of them are, The Criterion: An International Journal In English, Galaxy: Multidisciplinary Research Journal, in an American journal, Feathers, Oh My Sweetest Love- A Timeless Treasure, Let The Pen Speak For PEACE: A Poetry for Peace, IMMAGINE & POESIA” 2017, Italy, The Peace Anthology – People against Genocide: Stop Chemical War in Syria, Pilgrims Of Peace, Our Poetry Archive, Symphony of Peace, Rock Pebbles.
Last updated June 30, 2017