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Of Nationhood

By Shyamolima Saikia

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When you are made just a pawn,

Being fiddled at the hands of a conjuror

And you dance to his tune

Forgetting that too, your own lines;

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When perchance you vent your spleen

Straight to his face,

Your mouth alas is then gagged

And doused is your rage;

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When you feel you could

Breathe in free air,

But then you are choked

And gasp as if going through a nightmare;

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When you think

You can play the perfect role,

The charlatans enact a farce

And you’re left just a spectator;

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It is then…

Invisible without a name,

Without the power to judge,

Without a mind to think,

That the ground beneath your feet slips away

And the hapless ‘you’ dies a thousand living deaths!

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Shyamolima Saikia is an Assistant Professor in the Dept. Of English, Gargaon College, Sibsagar, Assam. Prior to this, she was serving as a lecturer in the Centre for Juridical Studies, Dibrugarh University, Assam. She has also worked as an Academic Counsellor in the Directorate of Distance Education, Dibrugarh University. She has presented papers in various National Seminars and International Seminars. Besides editing a number of books, she has also published a book of poems titled Palimpsest. Moreover, she has also contributed several poems and few short stories in several regional dailies, magazines and e journals.

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