What's The Price For Our Lives? (Anti -Nuclear Movement) Poem by felix lama

can hear those footsteps
its sounds like that of a monster
but they call it the development monster and they do love it:
they have tamed it,
i am still an alien to them
why the waves have changed a lot?
i was born here, i belong to the sea
there was a music in the waves, it was a lullabby for me
now its so silent.........
i fear, the silence before the great destruction
i belong to this land, dont ask me about boundaries
who can claim a space on this earth? who can give me a label?
am i a dalit? fisherman? christian? muslim? hindu?
am i supposed to breathe a different air than u?
i dont want answers neither any jargons
let me breathe, let me live...................

yasin felix