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Deepavali Poem for Gauri

gauri lankesh

Yes, it is that time
Lights twinkle and glitter and
And the sound of Pataki
Going  bang,  boom, crack
Fill the air.   
But I hear not  Pataki
But the sound of a gun…
Going  bang, boom, crack
 “We heard Pataki sound
The neighbours said..”
It was not Pataki
But  bullets from a gun
That ended my sister
Spreading darkness..
I remember a time I burst the biggest of ‘bombs;
and revelled in the sound…
But now  I hear the burst of crackers
Going  bang, boom, crack
I hear Gunshots
Repeatedly piercing ..
Through my sister’s frail body
They gave a state honour for my sister
With three rounds of gun shots in the air
But when the last gun shot went
bang, boom, crack
I clutched my sister-in-laws hand
Tighter and tighter
And died a little inside.
When the final round was shot
There was loud rumble
From the dark cloudy sky above
It was as if Gauri, my sister
growled like a lion…

I WILL NOT BE SILENCED!!

 

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