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