• Kandhamal

    K P Sasi

    November 16, 2017


    When a thunder and lightning hit
    Many places of worship
    Houses destroyed and people killed
    With fire on the roofs
    And swords and axes on the ground
    Exploding bombs on the nerves
    Murdering the identity and dignity
    Of men, women and children,
    I went to measure
    The pain in their eyes
    And to count
    The number of tears
    Flowing like a waterfall
    Crossing their check dams,
    For a moment of peace
    And a moment of being.

    The gush of the flow
    Snatched our camera
    And editing system
    Forcing us to search in despair
    Making us roam around in confusion
    About the meaning
    Of our own existence.
    The rain that poured from the eyes
    Could sweep any decent civilization.
    But it didn’t.
    For men who did not care
    Except for their own greed for power
    Could convert the presence
    Into absence.
    Today, when you look at
    The drought in the eyes
    With horrors of the past
    Still bringing fire into my soul
    I keep telling myself
    That my body should never be connected
    With another thunder and lightening.
    And when the dark clouds moved
    In a sky that I could not reach
    I took a shot
    Of a sun
    That has never risen.


    K.P Sasi is a film maker, writer, activist and cartoonist. He can be reached at [email protected]

    First published in Counter Currents.

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