“We are children of one mother
But some beautiful and some ugly.
So ugly that he can’t stand head high.
Along with those beautiful children of his own mother.”
In the play: Prem Badhur Magar (worker) - Maoist
people’s movement supporter
Krishna Magar as his brother - who is in not favor of movement.
And a Maoist leader
Background: inside the
house, In front of fire, in cold winter night.
Prem Magar
Inevitable sounds of
footsteps echoing
Of newly arouse engulfed
fire.
To end the era of
greedy pigs.
Who drinks western
wines for pleasure.
Abandoning, thirsty
lips of commons folks
As if illusion of
their own suffering.
Krishna Magar
Krishna looks at the flame of the fire
I heard,
In night
They will come to
knock your door
If open
Has trouble, they
will loot your young son.
If not,
Has trouble
They will storm to
burn your heaven.
Pray, fragrances of
gunpowder don’t reach our doorstep.
Krishna went kitchen
to bring alcohol after emptying a jug, talking.
Prem Magar
What if you are
wrong?
Krishna entered living room carrying jug of homemade
alcohol in right, a potato snacks on left.
Krishna Magar
I am not,
Haven’t you heard of
incident occurred in neighbor village?
Poor mother, poor
lady
What gone inside her
heart, who knows?
When her only son
taken
Eye banded
Handcuffed.
Prem Magar
Yes, I heard about
that,
But don’t you think
his mother will be proud of his son
When
revolutionary force he get call.
Singing people’s song
he march,
When each of his
march heads for liberation.
Krishna Magar
I don’t get it,
Liberation?
Liberation from whom?
From me, from you
Each of us is
suffering being, who wants to get liberate.
But from whom is a
question when we all are branches of same tree.
Children of one
mother.
Prem held his glass in one hand and gazed alcohol.
Prem Magar
Yes, we are branches
of same tree
But haven’t those two
big eyes of yours’ encounter bloom flowers and death flowers on same branch.
Yes, I also agree we
are children of one mother
But some beautiful
and some ugly.
So ugly that he can’t
stand head high.
Along with those
beautiful children of his own mother.
Krishna Magar
Who is to be blame
for this?
Prem Magar
Bourgeoisie,
Bourgeoisie
They ripped our
blood, exploited each of us,
Captured power of the
State
And made us puppet to
dance for them.
Sing for them.
Krishna Magar
Aren’t they too
making us dance, to sing?
Since yesterday act
in people court
I doubt, they too are
reddish from same field.
He was beaten up,
forced to kneel down
His legs got wounded,
body dropped unconscious.
He died before dying.
I don’t consider that
severe punishment for informer.
I wonder, can’t things
resolve peacefully.
Prem poured the glass half full of alcohol, emptying entire
jug.
Prem Magar
Oh! Brother, you only
witnessed what happened
Not heard what Maoist
leader said in speech.
“Informers are the
dangerous elements to cripple people’s movement.”
The way you are
expressing grievance,
I am suspicious you
are one of them.
Krishna Magar
Who?
Prem Magar
Informer.
Krishna
Magar
No, I am not
I belong to no one,
But in same way I belong
to everyone
Prem Magar
That I know, since I
understand you
You are coward, don’t
have courage to stand
And act like cunning
crow
But be careful,
brother
One day, some day you
might get caught by foolish cow.
Krishna Magar
It’s better to escape
and wait for that day,
He readjusted his leaning posture. While, worriedly he moved his hand back and
forth.
I am worried for
tomorrow
When army arrives
Immediately start to inspect,
Asks question of
involvement.
Interrogate and if
force to confess of involvement.
My involvement.
Without any.
Prem Magar
Yes, if army detain
you,
Force to open your
mouth
For means of getting information.
In process torture
you, threaten you
Will you going to
speak words?
See, trouble is in
both.
Krishna Magar
I don’t know.
Knocking door enters the Maoist leader with five young arm groups,
on black dress, red band around head.
Maoist leader:
Yesterday, I think
both of you have witness.
How torturously he
died.
Fear in his eyes.
Maoist leader fixed eyes towards Krishna.
I hope you don’t want
such consequences occur to you.
LAL SALAM, LAL SALAM (Red salute, red salute)
They exit, leaving
both the brothers awe.
©2013
