A DIFFERENT BEAT

Those of you, the privileged few sitting on cosy chairs on the red carpet floors in the air-conditioned rooms thumping hard on wood when your leader speaks and shouting smart when the opposition attempts, listen to me. I'll teach you the basic rules of protest- for what to protest and how to protest. Stop this farce! I peep into the deserted streets through the window frame that holds a broken glass. I lie low in my dimly lit cold room. Listen to me, the laws are safe in the pages of your book but beyond these boundaries we live shattered lives. Uniformed men march in unison. Every corner spots a military vehicle. I hear their siren,the rest turns mute. They stop us, frisk us and question us. Alas!we cannot carry x-rays of our souls. You laugh over bread crust and wine when we wry throughout the day and when we cry terribly loud you comment fast in boxed spaces to receive more replies, retweets, and likes. We are mere puppets that exchange hands Will we ever rise in this jour

Trapped behind the loveless walls of a caged room, calls a torn-heart to the distant world. Crushed with brutal violence Silenced with unheard torture I weep with dry tears. I stare beyond the iron bars I see no stars Even they have eluded me Behind the dark clouds. Confined in the suffocating spaces of my cell I am denied my privacy. I do not cry for help,why should I when I breath the putrid air of denied justice. Each moment is a bondage here where I toil harder with myself to keep my numbness alive. In the shadow of an act (they call it crime) once done, in the spur of the moment, I lie here forgotten and broken with a fractured freedom and spirit and an unageing memory, I force myself to forget. I have learnt to live this life "Mother don't weep for me." A life-sentence with no life condemns me here. But tell them all in words so clear "Don't call me a child of lesser God."