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Kasab-ian
I am Kasab
I cried today
I am both human and monster
(also a crocodile)
Born to misery and misfortune
I grew up dreaming nightmares
and doing sundry jobs
for a fistful coins
I don't understand English
(It's a foreign language!)
Look closer into my eyes
you will see a thin film
of flimsy emptiness and calm
post a prolonged storm
(or a sign of an imposing end?)
My days and nights are one
no god gives me courage or hope
Jannat seems so far away
(Probably another world?)
Kalashnikovs were not friendly-
rather rusted and cumbersome
I lied to myself and
learnt a holy book
the wrong, unholy way
manipulating my creed
fueled by chemicals and
sudden, surging greed
Laughing the laugh of death
I sprayed metal
which perforated thru soft flesh,
softer belief
I shook a nation,
a collective mindset
(Party's over!)
The world took notice
I was the goat
Now I am the face
the trump card
I am the pain
I am insomnia
I am the reverberating shrieks,
the dried oceans of crimson blood
I am Kasab and I am young
(Ask the lie detector)
I am terrorized
confused, yes
one of these days
my windpipe would burst
then there will be a lull
may be rejoice,
bestial satisfaction
probably forced smiles
A moral and political victory
A mass hallucination
I am the instrument
I am speechless
I am sleepless
I saw the enlightened man
in black suit the other day
seated on the high pedestal
looking like a sheikh
pronouncing his verdict
which overlapped with my luck
I crossed the ocean
I lied and spoke the truth
I have ailments,
issues and
the hatred of
a landmass of billion people
I waste the tax payer's money
My carcass would hang
for a while,
my life force battling-
my legs shuddering
then humanity will win
and terrorism will lose
(Roll in snare drums.
dramatic laughter)
My lawyers were quite vague
and probably shrewd
My friends and family are dead
I live in fear
ever inside a bunker
(Irony)
I live in public scrutiny
having waged a mutiny
to an end that looks
unfamiliar
It never started or
will never end
I am just a soldier
of misfortune
on my way to the darkness
I am Kasab
I am man and machine, both
I am a goat and a crocodile
I am a forgotten name,
elsewhere
I hear the howling ghosts
I hear rat-tat-tats
I hear the screaming silence
I hear nothing
I am Kasab and I am young
I don't have a bright future
as there won't be none
at the end of the tunnel
I am confused
I am..
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This was a poem I had written in 2009. Accidentally discovered it today while going thru hundreds of small text files. Ajmal Kasab was the only terrorist who was captured alive by the cops post a night of horror in 2008.
He is one year younger than me.
Every year almost two million USDs are spent.
On keepig him alive in a maximum security prison. :)
More can be found about him:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ajmal_Kasab
Published 2nd Jun 2012
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3rd Jun 2012 8:19pm
4th Jun 2012 12:05pm
Phoebe
Yes. That is a haunting monolith
of a question. Thanks for stopping by.
Sumeet
Yes. That is a haunting monolith
of a question. Thanks for stopping by.
Sumeet
4th Jun 2012 6:38am
4th Jun 2012 12:06pm
Anando
Thanks for stopping by. And you are welcome.
Someday it really frustrates me to see the
turn of events. But, that's just me.
Good to see you around.
Write on,
Sumeet
Thanks for stopping by. And you are welcome.
Someday it really frustrates me to see the
turn of events. But, that's just me.
Good to see you around.
Write on,
Sumeet
