Madani and the Marines

by Rajeev Kumar Kunapra

Forlorn he behind the bars,
No bail, no trial
A fragile frame with manifold ails!
Why this delay, why do we lag?
Punish him if guilty, or set him free,
Cause ‘festivities’ are for him too!

Indomitable our pride
holds the head always straight.
A culture the world admires
A tradition immunized to influence
Yet we let the Italians fly!
        Why?
Relics of slavery still prevail?
Or the one who bridles
Still throbs for compatriots?

Poor Indian fisher men,
‘Easy money’ was never their choice.
With their catamaran set for a ‘catch’
Villains in the vessel-blew out their hope!

Felons- bored of a ‘holiday’ here
Went home for the ‘Holy day’!
May come back again to
Shoot us for sport! For them
No one to stop or nothing to fear!

This is the ‘craze’
We’re destined to ‘demo’.

The vampire’s prey

by Rajeev Kumar Kunapra

Perplexed I stood amidst the darkness of night,
haunted by the news that scrolled on the screen.
A fourteen year old- drained by her kith.
What was her sin?

Born of a beast was not her fault
Never a reason to be deflowered!
Her father was her hero
the strongest of her world.

But tongue tied she stood, when
The might she adored,
Pounced and muscled in
Then in turn brother, uncles, the malevolent villains

Incessant incest clipped her wings,
Coerced girl sighed and sobbed
But in vain, tears of a prey
Predator never weighs!

Temporal carnal desire
 Overshadows parental love,
Is still an enigma
 rather a stigma!
Most literate yet we boast
Debating a lot bear no fruit
Actions are needed result is wanted
Young blood, plea to thee

Hold her tight, spare them not,
Be the harbingers of spring
Drive the demons off the shore,
“god’s own abode” be of yours!