Black India Howls Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

Black India Howls

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Black hands now engaged to remove black money from those
Who have no sufficient food to meet a complete day,
No concrete shelter to protect themselves from wind and flood
Live almost away from the modern world as the alien of other planet

All these commoners now busy in spending their days in bank-queue
To prove themselves non-black by changing currency earned by day labor

Spine of a village-based cultivating land has been bent
Non-availability of new currency from banned banks in village sector
Just at the high time of harvesting which needs seeds, fertilizer, labor
To process the cultivation


Ignites the red eyes of suffered common Indians
Approx 110 crores are they measuring the height of the black scam made by disguised
Self-declared transparent sticky
Who have already proved themselves the liar
By not keeping their commitments
Of recovering unpaid-tax-Indian-blacks from foreign banks within 100 days
As soon as achieving the seat to govern

More than 700 days have already passed away
Yet they do not dare to touch a single hair of those
Dearest black account holders in foreign banks
Whose indirect direction perhaps complied by these disguised war-mongers
Bugled loudly as fascist style another lie of 50 days to collect black from within
And battling the poorer and commoner to exist as a family man
Dawn to dusk with uncertainty and tension for coming days to exist

People believed them and encrowned by casting
Their votes in democratic system and on the contrary
Commoners got the return from those betrayers by receiving
The punishment of seizing own right to use own coins whenever and how much need
Small shops run by little capital will be evaporated soon by getting
Minimum-currency-ration sanctioned through banks

Corporate world could captivate the internal harmony
Social economic and cultural by their own style of capturing market
FDI in retail once opposed by Indian people
Perhaps its the new phase of implementing strategy
The leeches of Transparent India Sloganeer adopting quiet in hide

What's the hell going on throughout a land of 33 lacks of God
Just come and see my poor ancestors who once taught us
To keep our feet firm in favor of truth and solidarity!

Pranab k c
27/11/2016

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Hiding the process of making money black, India now fights to capture black money from within. Processes are being kept untouched. Confused common people ask where those money in foreign banks which you commitetted to recover before election.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Terry Craddock 04 December 2016

'Non-availability of new currency from banned banks in village sector Just at the high time of harvesting which needs seeds, fertilizer, labor To process the cultivation' the chaos of restive policies, bad planning and lack of cash; easy to see the fruits of such labour; an intriguing insight

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