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,

in hunger,

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!