All Indians are my...

(Voice of the north-east)


Can you hear them, silent sobs?
Gagged innocent mouths and slit tender necks
Thundering off silently in a subdued corner
Where justice is but a frivolous empty word.
Their yells for survival so cruelly quietened
By the high mountains and our apathetic walls.

Hark, you people from the mainland!
Listen to the hard breathing of humans in fear
The brothers and sisters we pledge everyday.
Nobody cares for their unaccounted deaths
Nor for their dreams that can never come true
None of us care if they are terrorized.

There, open up your humane eyes and see her
There she starves to get noticed, but in vain
Nobody sees her silent struggle for her people
To rise above the dark ocean of forced silence
To bring on themselves the reign of peace
To find themselves a way out of mere survival.

Can't you feel their beats beneath your ribs?
Praying for someone to listen, someone to see.
Fellow countrymen crying from invisible proximity
Shouting through indifference for their rightful rights.
Praying for understanding hearts from our side
To echo their voices and break those walls.