THE FOLLOWING POEM BY DALIP MACCUNE WON THE SECOND PRIZE IN WINGWORD POETRY COMPETITION OF THIRTY THOUSAND RUPEES (MAIN CATEGORY)

It is difficult to understand

Body language of the dead

As truth has no beginning

And lie has no end

We are with you they pretend

In the political authoritarian game

Freedom and ideologies they tame

By pumping bullets; bodies they frame

Men in uniform get fame

For ending terrorism’s hate game.

In our paradise

They have killed the sun

They have killed the moon

They have killed humanity

But say, “We have saved you from doom.”

On existence’s may-day call

Sky falls

While children play with dolls

Life crawls

And settles within the graveyard walls