Yes, it is that time
Lights twinkle and glitter and
And the sound of Pataki
Going bang, boom, crack
Fill the air.
But I hear not Pataki
But the sound of a gun…
Going bang, boom, crack
“We heard Pataki sound
The neighbours said..”
It was not Pataki
But bullets from a gun
That ended my sister
Spreading darkness..
I remember a time I burst the biggest of ‘bombs;
and revelled in the sound…
But now I hear the burst of crackers
Going bang, boom, crack
I hear Gunshots
Repeatedly piercing ..
Through my sister’s frail body
They gave a state honour for my sister
With three rounds of gun shots in the air
But when the last gun shot went
bang, boom, crack
I clutched my sister-in-laws hand
Tighter and tighter
And died a little inside.
When the final round was shot
There was loud rumble
From the dark cloudy sky above
It was as if Gauri, my sister
growled like a lion…
I WILL NOT BE SILENCED!!
