• Remembering Gauri Lankesh’s Last Ten Seconds

    Kavita Lankesh

    January 30, 2018

    Kavita Lankesh's poem talks about how she finds it difficult to cope with Gauri's death. On the occasion of Gauri Lankesh's birthday we are publishing this touching tribute to the fearless tigress from her loving sister.



    The last 10 seconds

    Sometimes I feel
    You are here…
    It’s just one of those hectic days
    So you haven’t visited us.
    But most times
    Reality punches in my gut
    And I know you are gone
    I churn,
    I shiver,
    I reel…
    I feel like puking but my stomach is empty
    Much like everything else
    Agonized when awake,
    Nightmares in sleep…
    As I try to re-live
    Your last 10 seconds
    That’s all the time it took
    To end your voice
    The cops tell us
    Let me imagine those 10 seconds-
    The killer a coward no doubt
    hiding behind a helmet
    rushes towards you
    “Yako? What are you doing magane?
    The first shot!
    You! Bolimagane!  Who the fuck are you?
    Not my comrade,
    not my blood,
    certainly not my creed!!
    You think you got have become big
    because your chaddi got longer
    And now you wear pants?
    Come, end me! Let’s see!!
    How dare you!
    I am never ending!!
    Ten seconds. Three more bullets.
    And you were gone.
    Did Esha ,Amma or I
    Flash through you?
    The love, the care, the concern?
    Did thoughts of your comrades
    Flicker in you?
    The same comrades who converted
    you from a little chirping sparrow  to
    a roaring tigress?
    Till the last bullet ripped
    and stopped it all…?
    You lay there
    In a pool of blood.
    But have you stopped?
    A thousand others continue
    Your fight
    Here, there, everywhere…
    Every drop of your blood
    a protest!
    With more fervour and vigour…
    Confusing me further
    If I voice for the voiceless
    Like you  
    Am I you?
    If I am silent…
    Am I dead…?


    First published in Sabrang India.

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