Are We Human?

Are We Human?




By Hiranya Borah






Copyright 2017 Hiranya Borah


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This book contains only three poems based on social and cultural evils leading to criminality.

Thanks to my readers and friends and above all my family for their constant support to write something usual and unusual. I love them all.

Thanks to Shakespir for publishing this story book along with my other books.



A Mammal


I do not know;

From where I came from.

I am told, I was born,

As a child to a human couple;

Like any other mammal,

Through a natural process,

Starting from a simple mating of two adults.

I was inside the womb of a female body;

Later on I came to know;

She was my mother.

I also grew

After taking first sip of milk,

From my mother’s beast;

As my first food;

And I began my journey of life;

Like any other mammal on this earth.

After few years,

I am told I am a Hindu;

Few years later,

I came to know about my caste,

When I was abused by a classmate,

While I was in a metropolitan college.

I met a girl couple of years ago;

I did not know her caste or religion.

I fell in love with her.

My love was true for her;

Her love for me was true.

We also wanted to reproduce;

Offspring like any other mammal;

You call them children;

I want to call them;

Only offspring to keep on my lineage;

For reproduce another generation of mammals;

We call them Human;

Without caste and creed.

But her parent thought otherwise;

She was thrown out of home;

My mother says;

She is not from my caste.

I took her to my place;

My father kicked both of us out of his home;

Both the family accused us;

We brought disrepute to our families.

Someone from her family killed her;

Someone call it, honour killing.

I want to join her,

I do not know where;

I do not know,

From where twenty five years ago I came;

Without clothes, religion and caste;

Not even with repute and dis-repute.

But I want to go to the same place;

Where probably,

There is no caste, no religion,

No honour and no honour killing either!

A Daughter


He told me to remove my frock.

I recalled,

Two years ago;

My father used to remove my cloths;

For giving me a bath;

Or for changing my dress.

I cherish those days of mine;

With my deceased father.

He kissed on my bare body.

That reminded me of my deceased father;

Who used to kiss on my bosom,

I used to giggle on his every kiss,

He used to place on my small body,

A body of three year old daughter.

He forced me to spread my legs.

That reminded me of my deceased father;

Who used to spread my legs;

To clean my private parts;

And to dry it by using the best of the powders.

Still I used to recall,

Powdering of my whole body;

By his tender hands.

But he left me alone;

With a selfish mother two years ago.

She only loves herself;

After taking control of all property of my deceased father;

Kicking out parent of my deceased father;

Married to her secret lover for years;

Within twelve months’ after death of my father.

She introduced her new husband;

As my new father for the rest of my life.

Yes, he became my father for the rest of my life;

A short life of only one year.

Instead of drying or powdering;

He inserted his finger in it.

I cried aloud in a piercing pain.

He laughed aloud which sent a simmering fear in my heart.

I stopped crying,

In fear

Or as I lost all sensitivities in my tiny body.

I lost my sense when he abused me thoroughly,

Blood was oozing out;

I collapsed;

He became a worried monster.

He strangulated me;

Before he smothered my face beyond recognition;

With a hard object.

He dropped my lifeless body;

Inside the septic tank behind our house.

I could have thanked him;

For sending me;

To meet my deceased father;

At a place where tranquillity and peace;

Rule the minds and spirits.

But I could not thank him because

Even the rampaging lion,

Who kills the offspring of the earlier lion,

Perhaps never abuses sexually the young females.

My father was waiting at the golden gate,

Of a small cottage;

By opening his arms to receive

His beloved small and tiny daughter.

Now, there is no stain of blood;

On my white cloths.

There is only fragrance of a perfume of pure love of a father;

On the white dress, my father had given,

Two years ago, on my third birth day.

With a smile in his face,

Hugging me in his chest,


This is the place,

Where a daughter can live with her father forever,

With head high and without any fear.

A Mother


I knew,

I was ugly, I was rustic,

I was blunt, I was powerless,

I was money-less, I was worthless,

I was less of good and appropriate words with appropriate meaning,

I was hopeless in all aspects,

Even then I was priceless for my family and friends

A few Years ago,

My husband and young children

Used to love me.

I was always positive to face any eventuality in those days.

I always tried to use a positive sentence

Even after realizing I was in a hopeless position

Or at a hopeless situation.

At all times,

I used to laugh at myself more than others;

Because I was supported by my families;

Whenever I looked at them for their support;

Financial or mental.

But time has changed.

I am reminded by my near and dears every day,

I am ugly, I am rustic,

I am blunt, I am powerless,

I am money-less, I am worthless,

I am less of good and appropriate words with appropriate meaning,

I am hopeless in all aspects,

Now I am useless for my family and friends.

Few Years ago,

My husband had left me

To face my changed children

Who used to love me when they were young and vulnerable.

Time has changed,

People are changing,

Minds have been changing.

I am no more positive to face any eventuality now-a- days.

I no more try to use a positive sentence

Even after realizing it may invite trouble.

I forgot to laugh at myself any more.

My children think,

I am a burden and I should make an early exit;

From their life and from this world.

As my death refuse to come at an early date,

They decided to abandon me to die,

Without any medical aid.

Even then my death refuse to come.

One of them suggested;

She can be sent to an old age home.

Who will pay?

There was a silence in the room.

Another suggestion came,

Can we keep her inside her room without food and water,

Till she dies.

Finally, I called one of them and told

Drop me at the flooding river,

At least I shall not die,

Without water for days together!

I shall think;

That is the Ganga jaal,

You have put on my mouth before my death!!

The author is a Government servant and a man of vivid experiences derived from his official postings across the country, travels across India and numerous visits outside India. He is presently placed at New Delhi.

His earlier publications are:

1. Random Thoughts through a Coloured Prism

2. Dilemma of a Young Mind

3. Funny Statistics and Serious Statisticians

4. Melody of Fragrance

5. Akhadya

6. Few Cities through the Lens of Hiranya Borah

7. Guilt: Gift of Winter Spring

8. Beautiful Ghost
9. Great Fighters: Grace of God

10. All Blurred

11. Putting kids to sleep

12. How to become unpopular

13. Soulmates

14. My grumpy Face

15. Love and Worries

16. Discussion of own Birth: A Taboo

17. Interview

18. Indecent Love Affairs

19. My Fair Lady

20. Waiting time

21. Two Stories

22. My Mother: Dashami Borah

23. Parineeta

24. Manorama

25. Unwanted

26. First Attempt

27. A father

28. The Portrait

29. Snapped Thread

30. Only He Knows

31. The Stupid Mother

32. The Same Old Story

33. The Old Scoundrel

34. Third Attempt

35. Some of my First Days and First Nights

36. Snubbed Twice

37. Have You Met the God

38. Frequent Flier

39. Messiah

40. Forgive and Forget

41. To Win or to lose

42. Call Girl

43. Beyond Blood Relation

44. Lady with a Black Car

45. My wife

46. Complete Woman

47. Diwali Gift

48. Romance with a Lady

49. Open Heart Surgery

50. My First Love

51. Replacement

52. Pebbles on My Way Home

53. My First Bengali Book

54. Murder Mystery

55. Niharika

56. Swapping

57. Make a Habit to Thank God

58. Killing of a Bird

59. The Hero

60. Fantasy versus Reality

61. The Party

62. Road Rage

63. Death of a Friend

64. Cannot Live with Memory Only

65. None Cares for Me

66. A Tribute to My Guru

67. Two Professionals

68. The Choice

69. The Elusive Spouse

70. First Encounter with A P

71. Plane Crash

72. Plane Crash Part-II

73. Plane Crash Part-III

74. Abducted

75. A Bag of Currency

76. Suitable Groom

77. Head Hunters

78. My Dear Sister

79. Selection While Waiting at the Airport

80. Oh Shit

81. Perverse

82. He Got Back His Wife

83. Beautiful Faces

84. Elder Sister

85. Good Morning

86. Prey

87. Pass on your Death to Someone Else

88. Colour of Holi

89. Why blame others

90. A Forbidden Issue

91. Hat-trick of Failures

92. Agony of Writers

93. Contrasts

94. Three Directors

95. An Unusual Love Affair

96. Birth Day

97. Do not Tell Anyone

98. Anupama

99. Late By Ten Years

100. Murder in a Foreign City

101. Strange Life

102. I love You Darling

103. Falsehood

104. Lady in the Park

105. Do Anything, I Shall comment

106. Professionalism

107. Art of Flirting




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Are We Human?

  • ISBN: 9781370633999
  • Author: Hiranya Borah
  • Published: 2017-06-16 09:20:10
  • Words: 1751
Are We Human? Are We Human?