No tears to shed
No hope to build
No dream to hold
No shame to hide
200 days of Genocide
Destined to be killed
Destined to be starved
Destined to be bombed
Destined to have no pride!
200 days of Genocide!
None to believe
None to depend
None to wait for
None to find beside
200 days of Genocide!
Destined to be invaded
Destined to be occupied
Destined to be oppressed
And driven out from inside
200 days of Genocide!
©NilavroNill 24th April 2024
Tag: GAZA
Gaza 2023-2024
(Remembering the murdered journalists in Gaza)
The last time
They buried me
Under the rubles
With my eyes closed
Dragging my belongings
Over my head
Closer to my face
I knew the rockets
Fired upon my home
In the middle of the night
Precisely addressed with
My name, my location
My deeds, my fights
My truths, my oaths
They knew it so well
I’ would keep on debunking
Their lies, their sin
All those false narratives
With precise timings
Dates and hours
With documentation, proofs
They had no idea
Even a thousand deaths
Could never ensure their pretexts
Burying me and others
Under the rubles everyday
Wouldn’t be enough
To hide the Holocaust
©NilavroNill 16th April 2024
NilavroNill Shoovro
I Know I’m Dying
I know, I’m dying everyday
Slowly but steadily, too weak
To hope for resurrections
The ultimate dream, at least
one can hope for, or believe
I know, I’m dying everyday
With each hour growing
Inevitably irreversible
A momentum towards
The final countdown
I know, I’m dying everyday
With each dead body, lying
Dead under the rubles…
Under heavy bombardment
Infront of the eyes, unashamed
I know, I’m dying everyday
Witnessing those orphans,
Wounded and homeless
With no shelter, no food
Nothing to cling on to survive
I know, I’m dying everyday
Slowly, but inevitably, as I
Don’t know how to remain
Cheerful, complacent like others
Witnessing a genocide….
6th January 2024
©NilavroNill
NilavroNill Shoovro
31st December 2023
Please, do not wish me
‘Happy New Year’
Let me mourn the dead
Please, do not wish me
‘Happy New Year’
21,822 are already killed
Please, do not wish me
‘Happy New Year’
8,800 children among them
Please, do not wish me
‘Happy New Year’
56,451 are wounded
Please, do not wish me
‘Happy New Year’
100 killed last night
Please, do not wish me
‘Happy New Year’
Let me feel the pain
Please, do not wish me
‘Happy New Year’
Let me realize my guilt
Please, do not wish me
‘Happy New Year’
Let me suffer, for my inactions
Please, do not wish me
‘Happy New Year’
I didn’t encounter the zealots
Please, do not wish me
‘Happy New Year’
I didn’t save the victims
Please, do not wish me
‘Happy New Year’
I did nothing to stop the genocide
Please, do not wish me
‘Happy New Year’
I’m not worthy of your wish
Please, do not wish me
‘Happy New Year’
I’m not human enough to react
Please, do not wish me
‘Happy New Year’
I’m not a good Samaritan
Please, do not wish me
‘Happy New Year’
I need a hideout
Please, do not wish me
‘Happy New Year’
I need to hide my face
Please, do not wish me
‘Happy New Year’
I need to confess
Please, do not wish me
‘Happy New Year’
I know I’m still complacent
Please, do not wish me
‘Happy New Year’
I know I can’t face my soul
Please, do not wish me
‘Happy New Year’
I know, there can never be a New Year.
31st December 2023
©NilavroNill
A Poem Not For All
This poem is not for you to read
Please, if you are a supremacist
This poem is not for you to read
If you deny someone their homeland
This poem is not for you to read
If your conscience is sleeping still
This poem is for those children
Sleeping senseless, under the rubles
This poem is for those orphans
Crying for their dead parents
This poem is for those parents
With the dead children in their laps
This poem is not for you to read
When you cannot hear children cries
This poem is not for you to read
When you consider them, human animal
This poem is not for you to read
When you don’t recognize genocide
This poem is for the people of Gaza
Homeless, driven out of their homeland
This poem is for them in the West Bank –
Occupied, stripped out of their freedom
This poem is for every Palestinian
Under the siege, at the gun point
This poem is not for you to read
Not marching on the street in protest
This poem is not for you to read
Not demanding immediate cease-fire
This poem is not for you to read
Not calling for freedom of Palestine
This poem is for the displaced people
Living under the open sky on the sand
This poem is for home schools and hospitals
Destroyed, under constant bombardments
This poem is for every journalist, murdered
For their crime of reporting the naked truths
This poem is not for you to read
Celebrating hatred for thy neighbors
This poem is not for you to read
Remaining indifferent to the war crimes
This poem is not for you to read
Dreaming of a world without Palestine
This poem is for the mankind to awake
Standing in solidarity with the oppressed
This poem is for humanity to be active
Assembling the good will and deeds
This poem is for those poets to read
Feeling the pains of human cries…
30th December 2023
©NilavroNill
Nowhere To Hide
Turn your eyes. Look, no place is safe
Nowhere to go. Nowhere to escape
Only the open sky, under the bombardments
Constant and relentless, without any relief
Explosives, exploding from above,
Killing the people, under the siege
Making them homeless, dead, wounded
Nowhere to live, even in their homeland
And many others, living in their home, healthy
And many others, sleeping every night in peace
And many others, having an excellent time
Even many others, poets with choice of their words
Look for yourself, those, supporting the genocide
Look for yourself, those, enjoying the massacres
Look for yourself, those, celebrating the bombardments
Look for yourself, those, wishing an ethnic cleansing
Oh! Yes, they can support anything, they wish
Oh! Yes, they can wish annihilations of anyone
Oh! Yes, they can celebrate others’ deaths
Oh! Yes, they can enjoy their fundamental rights
Turn your eyes. Look, children are dying
Turn your eyes. Look, parents are mourning
Turn your eyes. Look, orphans are crying
Turn your eyes. Look, peoples are burning alive
The occupying force destroyed homes, hospitals
The occupying force destroyed schools, refugee camps
The occupying force destroyed hopes, dreams
The occupying force destroyed peace, Palestine
And you! What are you doing right now?
And you! What are you thinking about?
And you! What are you feeling in your heart?
And you! What are you waiting for? Then…
No, I cannot accuse you of your inaction
No, I cannot force you to follow anything
No, I cannot request you something, you don’t like
No, I cannot show you anything, you wouldn’t see
Then, who’ll keep the record? Every day…
Then who’ll narrate the truth? Somehow…
Then who’ll judge the crimes? One day…
Then who’ll restore the sanity? If possible…
29th December 2023
©NilavroNill
NilavroNill Shoovro
War Crimes
It is really sad,
You unmasked your face
And your eyes, both
Left and the right
Dry and empty
Not even a tiny little drop
Of your crocodile tears
Produced and nurtured before…
Your eyes, both
Left and the right
Like drought ridden fields
Motionless, staring
Watching the people
Dead, wounded and the homeless
The orphaned children and
The childless parents…
It is really sad,
You revealed your heart
Stubborn, biased
Adamant, die-hard
Hollow and empty
Not even the fake anxieties
Of your manufactured emotions
Produced and nurtured before…
Your heart, inward
And beyond the surface
Like the dead sea, died long ago
Evolving around the
Racial stupidities, hatred
Maintaining political silence
Witnessing the massacres
Witnessing the genocide
It is really sad,
You unveiled your soul
The entire spectrum
Crocked, sneaky
Immoral and remorseless
Not even any false projection
Manipulative and deceptive
Produced and nurtured before…
Your soul, unhinged
Exalted and proud enough
To celebrate an ethnic cleansing
Dancing to the tune of war cries
Composed by the zealots,
Waiting every day for more and more
War crimes, new massacres
New massacres more war crimes!
28th December 2023
©NilavroNill
NilavroNill Shoovro
Game Set And Match
1
Dropping bombs on the innocents
Especially, in the middle of the night
Such an entertainment! More than
An achievement of any strategic value
Hundreads and thousands of the dead
Under the rubles with an open sky
In the middle of the night… really
Something to celebrate and enjoy
Killing the Arabs like rats, everyday
Is the divine game, orchestrated
By the chosen people of the divine
Power, heavenly and all powerful
2
Keeping the entire world blackmailed
Either with the victim card or through
The nukes, is the ultimate success
No war crimes, no prosecutions, no action
Hundreds and thousands of the wounded
Under the open sky without shelters
Without medical help, hospitals medicine
Inflicting such pains, is mission accomplished
Pushing those, surviving the bombardments
Towards starvation, towards epidemics,
The design to execute ethnic cleansing
The ultimate prize, game set and match.
27th December 2023
©NilavroNill
NilavroNill Shoovro
In Palestine And Palestine
No grass, green
Fresh like the newborns,
Only the burnt-out terrene
Covered with ashes,
Of human fleshes,
Of human hopes
Of human love, to live on
To live on peacefully
To live on profoundly
To live on independently
With liberty and freedom
With dignity and honor
No place, secured
Not even hospitals, shrines
Only the rubbles, debris
Covered with bloods,
Of the children
Of the mothers
Of the fathers, alive or killed
Leaving the parents behind
Leaving the children behind
Leaving the homeland behind
Without any fight or resistance
Without any help or assistance
No end, solution
Ultimate, as needed since long
Only large-scale genocide
Covered with lies,
Of the war-criminals
Of the Zionist regime
Of the paid media, driving
The false narratives
The mass-consents
The supremacists dream
Unrestrained or uncontested
Unchecked or unhindered
No sky, blue
Not even the air to breathe
Only the relentless bombing
Covered with fire
Of racial hatred
Of racial enmity
Of racial hostility, to kill
The innocents
The unarmed
The besieged
In hundreds and thousands
In Palestine and Palestine
26th December 2023
©NilavroNill
NilavroNill Shoovro
Executioners Song
It is time to shoot the Arabs
It is time to celebrate the kill
It is time to attack the cities
It is time to bomb the homes
It is time to destroy the population
It is time to enjoy the massacres
It is time to expedite ethnic cleansing
It is time to execute the genocide
It is time to inflict pains
It is time to create the famine
It is time to expand the siege
It is time to ensure more deaths
It is time to occupy the entire land
It is time to deny the war crimes
It is time to achieve the goal
It is time to celebrate the success
It is time to establish the supremacy
It is time to dance unashamed
It is time to create history
It is time to bury Palestine
25th December 2023
©NilavroNill
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