#ME TOO : A VOICE FROM SILENCE

#Me Too: A Voice From Silence

My still'd preconsciousness rises to say 'me too', yet silently. I promulgate my freedom from the guilt of silence, yet within. Detours my utterance of lauds, I owe the Crusade

soulfully...

But I can't speak up, because I am unheard of. I'm unattended, so I don't show up.

To mount the stage, I'm so unfit a nerd,

And uncharactered of a Dutt or Judd.

Evokes it though how badly I was clawed,
I shall not wake them up to crave my blood.

And so, my voice ceases before its rise; And so, not salable my silence is...

I wonder how yet longer my silence will stay

Before it rises up to say:

How cruelly confined I have'en to the den
Of 'slavedom' and coercion -- heavily manned;
How ruthlessly subjected I have been
To the disservice in the bovine land;
How violently forced I have been to being
A prey to the vile jaws bloodily tanned;
How my reclused individual forever dreads

The baneful blows of the savagery hand !

Yet I have got to silently suffer from

my hidden wound,
Yet I have got to silence my voice in
the predatory ground
Till the malaise takes the burial under
the tumulus of tenets,
Till the renaissance makes us free to flourish
with true nutriments,
Till my frozen tears wet the earth to grow
Peepals of Enlightenment...

Yet so, the soul silently prays for the
sanctity of Manhood,
And over the inflictors, lies in quest
the conquest of Evehood !!

©️ N P Samal

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