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Nikesh Murali Nikesh Murali's poems and short stories have appeared in ebooks, ezines, anthologies, journals and magazines all over the world. His works
have been translated into several languages and featured at international book festivals . His works have won and have been short listed for several major
writing contests. He was nominated for the PUSHCART PRIZE in 2007 by Shalla Magazine.
He is currently the commissioning poetry editor for Andromache Books (United Kingdom) and reviews literature from the sub-continent for 4TTT
Radio(Australia). He has completed his Masters in Journalism from Griffith University, Gold Coast, Australia for which he was awarded the Griffith
University Award for Academic Excellence in 2005, and his Masters in Teaching from James Cook University in Townsville, Australia and a Bachelors
degree in English Literature and World History from University of Kerala, India. He is working on his first novelette/poetry colletion, which will be available
in print in 2009.
He can be reached online at Nikesh Murali
have been translated into several languages and featured at international book festivals . His works have won and have been short listed for several major
writing contests. He was nominated for the PUSHCART PRIZE in 2007 by Shalla Magazine.
He is currently the commissioning poetry editor for Andromache Books (United Kingdom) and reviews literature from the sub-continent for 4TTT
Radio(Australia). He has completed his Masters in Journalism from Griffith University, Gold Coast, Australia for which he was awarded the Griffith
University Award for Academic Excellence in 2005, and his Masters in Teaching from James Cook University in Townsville, Australia and a Bachelors
degree in English Literature and World History from University of Kerala, India. He is working on his first novelette/poetry colletion, which will be available
in print in 2009.
He can be reached online at Nikesh Murali
THE EARTH WEEPS
You fixed fence posts in this soil that my ancestors tread on and then called me an intruder.
You silenced my songs of this land and told me that I was subhuman.
You tore my soul away from this red earth and send me away to camps where my confused skin was dipped in bleach and my eyes
were forcibly glued to the crucifix.
You raped my mother under your Southern Cross, under the rainbow skies that wept day and night, and buried your guilt in your
farms, under the shining sinful trophies of your enterprise.
You baited my belly with poisoned flour,
You baited my soul with opium and grog,
And now you bait me with pity and disgust, and try to assimilate me into your fold with your sterile apologies.
You!
I want you to know that this earth weeps and in its rage the buried bones of your secrets will be revealed,
And you will be swept away to the shadows of the darkest nightmare that this land can summon.
© Nikesh Murali
You fixed fence posts in this soil that my ancestors tread on and then called me an intruder.
You silenced my songs of this land and told me that I was subhuman.
You tore my soul away from this red earth and send me away to camps where my confused skin was dipped in bleach and my eyes
were forcibly glued to the crucifix.
You raped my mother under your Southern Cross, under the rainbow skies that wept day and night, and buried your guilt in your
farms, under the shining sinful trophies of your enterprise.
You baited my belly with poisoned flour,
You baited my soul with opium and grog,
And now you bait me with pity and disgust, and try to assimilate me into your fold with your sterile apologies.
You!
I want you to know that this earth weeps and in its rage the buried bones of your secrets will be revealed,
And you will be swept away to the shadows of the darkest nightmare that this land can summon.
© Nikesh Murali