Agony of A Nagaland Girl: A Cry for Freedom
Published on May 6, 2025
By EMN
- “In the year of shadows, nineteen fifty-eight,
- When iron fists gripped the land, sealing fate,
- I was born beneath the watchful skies,
- In a world where innocence meets cruel lies.
- Mighty flags and uniforms march through the night,
- With guns that silence the voices of light.
- I roam in my hilly land, yet feel so confined,
- Wings clipped by oppression; heart intertwined.
- Oh, to be a girl in this fortress of dread,
- Where draconian eyes watch, where dreams lie dead.
- Their supremacy blinds them, their ideologies choke,
- In a land once vibrant, it is now shrouded in smoke.
- Like hills that bear witness, I tremble in fear,
- As history repeats, the echoes draw near.
- My home turned into a battlefield, a playground of
pain,
- Where love is a whisper and justice is in vain.
- Raped at gunpoint, like shadows of old,
- Dalit girls weep silently, their stories untold.
- AFSPA, a specter, unconstitutional, cruel,
- A law that twists justice, a dark, wicked tool.
- The cries of the innocent pierce through the gloom,
- Rulers in cotton wear crowns made of doom.
- With bindi adorned, they dance on our graves,
- While we long for the freedom that every heart craves.
- What shall I eat? Where can I go?
- In a land where humanity’s seeds fail to grow.
- I yearn for the rivers, the hills’ gentle grace,
- To breathe in the freedom, to find my place.
- Let my spirit soar high, like the eagles above,
- In a world where each heartbeat is cherished with love.
- For nothing is greater than the right to be free,
- In a land where each life matters, including me.”
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- Dr. Suryaraju Mattimalla
