From: Naga Student (MayKha Mail Group)
EMail: new-exodus48@yahoo.com
Dear Friends,
The following poem is written a young Naga students who supports our Democratic Struggle. Kindly refers his brief biography too.
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The non-violent soul
Walking down the pebble brown
The rubbles in their best silence
Chilled my ear, cheated my eye
Sorrow inside the blood grew weightier
I drop this soul before the silence
I grew to mingle with the music of the enchanted crowd
I grew to mingle with the song of the civilization
I grew to calm the wave of turbulence with life
Today that song echoes in deserted soil of my birth
Like a monsoon burst my eye got clouded
As I stood before this institution
The familiar voice of my teacher
The musical noise of my happy crowd
Laugh kisses my lip as smile carry me back to those wondrous days.
When the guns were as tamed as a horse.
Suddenly, the dream ended by the mild Irrawaddy breeze
It whispers the approaching cry of the criminal Tamadaw.
I creep and run as fast as a hare.
Before I could be reduced like this rubble.
The heart in me hear the song of this nation
I sang for the last as an adieu to this silent witness
Before my unwelcome guest could blow me goodbye.
TH. Amison Monsang (MOMO)
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The writer of this poem is Th. Aimson Monsang, a Naga student presently studying in Delhi University as an under graduate. He was born on Jan 28 1980 at his native village Liwa Khullen which is located at the Indo-Burma border.
This poem is not a labor of a day s work but of many years. This poem is the poet s weapon to fight against the powerfully-equipped SPDC, but not rich enough in their moral, spirituality and discipline to even compete with a dog. His association with Burmese students fighting to restore people s power in their homeland began the when Burmese students entered to India IN 1988.
Their family in all their hardships and family problems enrolled themselves with the democratic force. This poem tells us about a student, who secretly enters Burma to see for himself the happening after 8.8.88 but find the noisy and happy hamlet of his being reduced to a pitiful rubles and dissertation by the inhabitants. It chills and confuses his sense and well-being because the once noisy hamlet of his is now in ruin.
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