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Agony of A Nagaland Girl: A Cry for Freedom

In the year of shadows, nineteen fifty-eight,When iron fists gripped the land, sealing fate,I was born beneath the watchful skies.

Published on May 6, 2025

By EMN

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  • “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