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The Bloody Diwali

Deepavali (also spelled Divali in few countries) or Diwali, popularly known as the festival of lights, is an important five-day festival in Hinduism, Jainism Sikhism, and occurring between mid-October and mid-November. For Hindus, Diwali is the most important festival of the year and is celebrated in families by performing traditional activities together in their homes. Deepavali is an official holiday in IndiaNepalSri LankaMyanmarMauritius,Guyana,Trinidad & Tobago,MalaysiaSingapore,and Fiji.

Now that Diwali is being celebrated,people cant help remembering the two teenage girls who were victims of brutal gang attack by villagers for the reason that they werent escorted when they visited the homes of some boys, to share sweets and light crackers.They were stoned, and hacked with machetes and axes. As they lay unconscious and bleeding, they were doused with gasoline and burnt alive. The entire community then participated in a conspiracy of silence to hide their crime.

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http://genderbytes.wordpress.com/2010/11/03/should-you-get-killed-for-ce...

THE BLOODY DIWALI (festival of lights)

By the road near their hauses
they were dragged by their peers,
their own blood,their co-villagers
that laugh off their painful tears.

The sky was dark and the sun was gone
but all could be get wind of and see
none had heared their scream and shout
except the one winged-bee.

If only dreaming of Avalon
or the virgin spring of Eden
can ease their tears,their pains,their fears
but hell controls their fading brain.

Five,six,ten who knows
how many stones hammered their knees,
how many wounds from axes and machetes
who knows how dreadful they can be.

At their last cry of discomfort
their final gasp of mortal air
their poor swollen bodies doused with gasoline,
were burnt alive...seeking justice,somewhere.

Somewhere where flowers freely bloom
where no cries of injustice upsets the day
where they could break the bars of gloom
and say: "I am free,I am free!".

(Inspired by Maam Rita Banerji's post)

Comments

Lilith784's picture

words / no words

Airyn,
thank you for finding words for this horror.
Without words,
Andrea

Airyn Lentija's picture

Words

Dear Andrea,
Thank you for reading.The first time i read the post of our sister Rita,i told myself i wont let the night slip away without writing a poem about this.

God bless you.

Airyn Lentija-Sloan

http://airynspoetry.blospot.com

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