Speech

Don't talk to me of glittering mirages of modernization that soon will disappear to nothingness, nor of shimmering images of unity that shatter to sectarianism. Don't tell me of floating silken threads of democracy that disintegrate to ashes at a touch nor of faraway glimpses of peace that tantalize and tease my glances. Brother when speaking, don't talk of those dreams that are nothing but dull throbbing memories of our minds Rather speak of; ailing wailing babies in medicineless hospitals, moaning groaning mothers labouring in dark labour wards. Speak brother of shattered battered activists shot down on streets, dull-eyed unwaged youths stampeding streets. Brother, when speaking talk not of those things that shall linger in my heart but of things that wring my heart with anguish!