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After the day's work,
I sat down in an idle mind
Before the television-
Turning towards the news channels.
With a mind that knew
Like the daily news readings
They will be reading some news-
That will bring out
The animal like nature
Of the humans.
But suddenly! !
Oh what am I seeing
Infront of my own eyes?
Is this a dream or horrible night mare?
What bloody, terrible scene is it?
Of human protectors fleecing upon
Their own brothers and sisters,
Their own countrymen-
Of same religion, of same language.
These men wearing uniforms
Pledged when they wore the same-
'SATYA MEWA JAYATE.'
And now they are trying to hide the truth
By supressing public opinion!
By acting like the dogs of wars of rulers/
Are they not supposed to protect us?
Are they not supposed to keep us in a country of freedom?
Oh why am I askng these questions?
Though I know that they are hunters
And not protectors.
Women are seen with great reverence
From the traditional point of view.
But do respect to them mean respecting only the rich
Yes I may not be of the same opinion
But the rulers are-
And so are their blind servants.
Do setting up of big industries
In exchange of poor lives-
Means development in true sense?
On the borders of the country-
Soldiers are dying to save their motherland;
But here lies the similarity and dissimilarity-
On one hand here too fighting is on
But is it to protect the lands?
I know, I surely know-
The rebellion now may stop
due to the smashing of the opponents.
The poor people now may think,
That what the best they can do
Is to break their skulls on the rocks.
Their tremendous pains will not prick
The stone hearts of the rulers-
Who are always busy
Satisfying their whims.
But I know better,
Oh rulers take this as a warning
As the second rebellion can
Shake your thrones
And who knows!
such may be the condition of your fates
That they would crawl on the soil
With no one to do the cremation.
-This poem is a very brief summary of the tortures and sufferings inferred on the poor people of West Bengal
(a state in India) by the ruling CPM party.This is a shame on our democracy.
Sonnet Mondal National poet of India
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