A few pictures which caught my eye, and captured my thoughts, made me taciturn---for it takes time to fathom pain.
Pictures which escape our sight, amidst glamor and color, yet these images remain....simple stories they depict; to us which seem unimportant. These people's livelihoods quashed. Let me be silent,
They chose a forest to cut
Forgetting the past,
Of all the pain,
Bhopal, disasters, of those who don't count,
And those who do oppose,
armed with bows and arrows,
Against the powerful center,
The India shining,
Consisting of arms and ammunition,
No, the tribals cannot match the INSAS light machine gun
with their bamboo bows and arrows.
They become bodies to be carried around inhumanly,
By officers to show their incredulous fighting skills...
And what's worse?
They do other things,
In northern valleys where children live under curfew;
Where they teach not to walk on streets,
While they brandish their power,
To keep antagonistic neighbors at bay,