Village politics is a populour sad word.
Many villages in Bengal have learnt it for pain.
The poor bastion of red, green or lotus
goes through sudden capturing or recapturing.
Big thumbs give such cataclysms the nod.
The capital knows the ugly venom bags.
But the snake-charmers are eager to pet the vipers.
Poor villagers are bathed with the acid of power battery!
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I would like to translate this poem
Big thumb of village politics. Very nicely presented poem ever shared on.