Flashing before my eyes,
My old, heart-broke parents,
Yellow water all around - Fear;
My roofless children,
Black bodies all around - Macabre!
Am I becoming 'Nimati' - Voiceless?
Oh how we blame, looking at screens;
Your 1 (one) Maat (voice),
1 (one) Maat (voice) of my own
How we could have given
Lives to 11 (eleven).
Would tears mean anything now?
Shedding tears, but 'Nimati' (voiceless)
So Nimati (irresponsible) - how lazy!
So Nimati (non-accountable) - what about democracy!
We have only subtracted our voices
To 'Nimati' - zero.
Nimatighat,
Today truly Nimatighat: port of lost voices
Today truly Mrityughat: port of death.
-Dishna Phukan
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