THURSDAY, JANUARY 08, 2026
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.
- “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.”
Dr. Suryaraju Mattimalla
