Nagaland, Gorkhaland, Khalistan Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

But I got it disturbed
When insurgency raked it the Northeast,
Sometimes when separatists called for Nagaland
I got it disturbed with,
The call for Khalistan heard it elsewhere,
Sometimes with the call for Bodoland,
Sometimes for Gorkhaland
Did not let me sleep
And really had had a very bad dream
And the mire of politics
Frankly speaking
I could not furrow it
As the nasty politics of the dirty politicians
I could not understand it.