Poetry - Ningthou Kangba's (Manipur)Ancient Kangleipak a "Jeweled land's" tale of dismay & disappointment unfolds.
Of women in India,many whose stories still remain untold.
In the darkest corners of Manipurs streets.
A tragedy transpired, where sorrow and torment meets.
Women,innocent and pure, faced a cruel fate.
Mass raped and killed, their lives stolen by hate.
In the secluded heartland of Manipur, where beauty once thrived.
Darkness has descended, and innocence was deprived.
Women were paraded stripped naked,groped and mauled by a disorderly mob.
And happily these men lighted up a flash mob.
Those men hunted our bodies as war zones.
They felt our chest throb through our broken bones.
Families tormented, haunted by the memories they bear.
Torn apart by sorrow, burdened with the weight of despair.
Their cries suppressed, their lives cut short.
By a heinous act of violence, a world torn apart.
The streets that witnessed their scream agony and cries.
Now bear the scars of many unspeakable lies.
Their bodies violated, their spirits crushed.
In a horrifying act, humanity hushed.
The echoes of their pain reverberate in the air.
As their spirits whisper, burdened by despair.
They were too daughters, sisters, mothers, and friends.
Their lives were shattered whose hopes met bitter ends.
Their voices silenced forever, their dreams now scattered.
In a world where humanity is tattered.
Oh, the anguish that lingers, like a haunting refrain.
As their souls weep, and their families remain.
Their ethnicity,now a target of persecution and pain.
In a world where prejudice and hatred still remain.
For in a moment of brutality & horror,their souls were defiled.
Leaving scars on their ripped spirits, never to be reconciled.
The tears of their loved ones, a river that won't cease.
As they grapple with grief, searching for inner peace.
Their hearts bleed for justice, for the truth to prevail.
The wheels of time turn slowly, and the anguish they inhale.
Oh, the anguish of those left behind, their spirits crushed.
As they navigate a life where hope feels hushed.
Unravelling from the damage,where tempers frayed.
Women from all race prayed with the saviour god to be saved.
Tortured and severely tormented, the families endure.
For their ethnicity, their suffering still ensure.
In a country where diversity should be embraced.
People face persecution, their hearts left displaced.
The pain they carry, now a burden too immense.
Innocent lives lost, a profound consequence.
Oh, the tears that flow, a torrent of despair.
As their loved ones mourn, their hearts laid bare.
Injustice still prevails their cries for justice unheard.
In a world where compassion becomes a distant word.
Let us not turn away, but face this reality.
Stand as one against this atrocious brutality.
May their weeping voices echo, breaking the walls of silence.
Demanding justice, shedding light on this violence.
In the depths of our souls, may empathy & patience reside.
For the women & people who suffered, for the tears they've cried.
But amidst the darkness, a flicker of resilience remains.
A determination to rise, to heal, and break these chains.
Let us not turn away, but stand in solidarity.
With the women of Manipur, till their voices set free.
May justice be their solace, their wounds find reprieve.
And may their spirits find solace,in unity as we all grieve.
The dense echoes of their anguish fill the air.
As we stand united, their stories we must share.
Though dejected and sorrowful, let us hold their pain.
And work together to ensure it won't happen again.
May their memory be a reminder, a call to unite.
To strive for a world where love will always ignite.
For universal love, we'll rise, their spirits we'll embrace.
And strive for a world where love will always find its place.
May their memory ignite a flame that won't cease.
A call for change, for a world of love and peace.
~~Meena
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