dehanam

where are we..

all noise..

all noise..

cant hear..

my father’s

voice..

where is

the silence

ma

..?

what is

all this

violence

ma..

..?

noise noise

form struggles..

in poor thakshaka’s

arms..

the noise

is deafening..

ma..

please please

request it

to stop

…

…

Ashamed am i

the violence speaks

ashamed..

to call you family

of your path..your way

like a

princess

you

were groomed..

you go

and choose

a beggar

as groom..

silence..

this silence..

is

not

father’s silence

ears wonder..

it is

not a

gentle swing..

it is the

sad echo

of empty space..

after..

an axe..

has felled

a helpless tree

thakshaka stirs..

the voice

awakens..

the form..

like

every breathing

moment

has awaited

this day..

this tragic

second..

where the

opposite happens..

where my parents

depend

on their

unborn child..

for

mere life..

grandfather…

the voice

speaks

gently…

..

..

..

the violence

is silent..

like

shocked ears

suddenly

tuned in..

grand..father..

when

i am

born..

i will have

not

a stitch

of cloth

on me..

because

my father

is

a beggar..

silence..

eye sees

mother's

heart burn..

as voice

utters

these words..

form struggles..

to console..

but..

there seems

no way

but

to

go right

through it..

through

the centre..

my father..

my centre..

..

..

..

grand..father..

when i

am born..

i will

be..

clothed..

all in

blood..

because

my father

is

a beggar..

silence

grand..father..

when i

am born

i will

not be

suddenly

able to

breathe

this air

that you

breathe..

..

because

my father

is

a beggar

Silence

grandfather..

when i

am born

i will have

to

beg to

my mother

for

every drop

of food..

in this place

where

you live..

..

..

because

..

..

my father

is

a beggar

SILENCE