Twinkling Barnali in the Land of stars (in memory of Barnali victim of rape)
My name is Barnali,
I am in the land of stars.
A new guest.
Though a land of stars it is
not happy here, the least
From this yonder land, still now
I can perceive tearshed of my father
the lap of mother, bare.
From earth alone, the stars look handsome
flower, flies, stream and gullies
one can see here none.
Love and Street
The sweet days I lived on earth
so much happily I spent with butterflies!
Talked to the birds,
and so many dreams I dreamt.
-the dream to study in Handique
-to stay in girl’s hostel in G.U. ……..
The ghost knew of my dreams.
I dreamt, the sweet ones.
The ghost doesn’t like dreams.
It’s game of pleasure is
to kill a man who dreams.
The stars got chocked to hear
The description of ghost, my killer.
On that night- abused
bringhtly open, were his eyes in dark
in the room, like that of a cat,
unsteady he got to see me,
grabbed on me in deadly hunger
like wild lion, and between his tight jaws
I screamed at the top of voice.
A charriot came down, saw me to groan
upto me, from the younder sky,
on the same charriot I came
to the land of stars, high.
Self , in the land of stars
trapped like a bird in cage.
Sorry to think-
Never I be able to set for school
Bag on the shoulder, flux around neck
like Momi, Popi and Jack……
I do hitherto remember more
the frock marune in colour, favourite
that with my deadbody was burnt.
Being here, very far, I can see-
A strong protest for my murder arise
“Need justiification for Barnali’s Murder”
-in the slogans, trembled the air-
The trees, the space……with men
of wounded hearts.
If the killer ghost arrested finally,
would be hanged maybe!
yet, would there be any changes
of my address- the land of stars!