Village Chief And Chief Minister Poem by Chandra sekharan

Village Chief And Chief Minister

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He became chief of village
When he was only twenty years old
After the sudden death of aged father
He inherited about hundred acres of land and estate
Including one or two small hills from his father
Within ten years he spread his estate empire
To more than thousand acres
With several hills, teak wood estates,
Coconut trees, tapioca and banana plantations
Several acres of pepper creepers, mango and jackfruit trees
He acquired, annexed and encroached
Major portion of land area in his village
Using his power as village chief
He was restless and sleepless
His only aim was to expand his landed property
As much as possible like Alexander the great
Although he had six children
He would have seen his wife only six times
He earned the enmity of several tribes and communities
He had unbreakable faith in his goddess.
He built a temple for his goddess
On the valley of one of his estate hills
And daily he used to reach the temple
Some times in the mid night to offer his prayers
No other person was allowed to enter the temple.
He considered his goddess as his personal property
One midnight he ran fast and entered the temple
And bolted the door
A large crowd was chasing him
With weapons and burning torches in their hands
To put an end to his life
They waited in front of the temple till dawn and dispersed.
Chief came out from the temple only next day afternoon
Immediately after the birth of his last son
He was missing for several days
His wife and children who did not get any affection from him
Started weeping out of unbearable agony
However villagers found his dead body hanging from the
Branch of mango tree near one of his hills
Rumor floating was that
He was killed by one of his enemy tribal chief
Who lost several acres of land to the village chief
And body was hung on to the tree
His young wife who had never enjoyed married life
Became mentally wreck
Children were too young to understand anything
Chief’s estate manager was entrusted
With the responsibility of properties
Manager was very shrewd and cunning
He took away major percentage of property
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I being a media person
got an opportunity to interview
Our Chief Minister recently
Minister’s secretary had fixed up
One of the royal suits of Taj Palace where
Clinton and other world personalities used to stay
As venue for the interview.
We were sipping costly champagne
I enquired about his ancestors
He said his maternal grandfather hailed from a village
Called Ganugly and he was a village chief
“My grandfather was a stupid, he did not enjoy life
He had rarely seen my mother and his children.
After death of my mother I sold my mothers property in the village
And in the transaction got few millions”
“Why you are remaining a bachelor? ” I asked.
“ I have billions I don’t want to be like my stupid grandfather
Let me enjoy life to the full extend and die.”
He answered after gulping half a bottle of champagne.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Carol Gall 09 November 2009

liked this a really good story 10

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Sandhya S N 09 November 2009

hahahahaha nice poem regards sandhya

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