Saturday, 19 November 2011

Protests turn Violence?

India is  a  democratic country  which  allows  us  the freedom  to  protest.It  is  a means for  showing  our  disapproval  against  any  government  decision which  we  think  or  believe  wrong  or  unjust.In India  protests are held  mostly  as  strikes,hartals,bandhs etc.Most  of  these  ideas emanated  from  our Great  Leader  Mahatma Gandhi.He  practised these  ideas  through  the  path  of  Ahimsa or non-violence.He  regarded  them  as crusades to  serve India suffering  the  oppression of  the British empirialist power .




But  nowadays  strikes,bandhs and hartals often become a curse  for  people.Now the  protest has become synonymous with violence and mass destruction of public &  private properties.They cause great losses amounting to crores of rupees for  the  government  which  is the  common  man's  sweat.Moreover  shops  and offices are destroyed plunging several poor people's lives to uncertainity.We  must note  that protests are carried out in foreign countries especially developed  countries without damaging a single thing.
Pubic properties such as K S R T C buses,police  jeeps,vans,offices etc are sabotaged by protestors.They don't have the right to ruin the  property which belongs to the people.Those who frantically follow  the way of  destruction  should remember that destruction is  not  a  remedy but a loss.Mahatma Gandhi succeeded  in gaining India's Independence through the path of  non - violence.The more painful truth is that those who are responsible to serve, protect the rights of people are involved in these deeds & they  instigate violence.In 1984 a bill was passed in Parliament against the destruction of property during protests.Unfortunately  it is not put into act till date.The fact is that whenever there is a strike or hartal poor people are the sole sufferers.Protests should be for the people not against people.      

Friday, 18 November 2011

Rain

Rain
Thunder  is shrieking
It  is  raining
Drenching  the earth
A  sprout  yearning  to pop out 
Pops its  head  out
Nature is weeping
Looking  at  its  infant 
And  nurtures it
In her  lap
Sprout  lies there ruminating
With  its  limbs 
On  her  bosom 
Slowly  opens her eyes
By  the  dab  of  light
T'morrow  she will  rise  up
In  the  new world
With  her  Leaves like wings
In  future  she  will  have  the  bliss
Of  getting the  spring's  kiss
She will blush
And  smile at  him
With  bright  petals  in  bloom
But if  her  flimsy leaves
Are  ruptured  by  a  brutal  arm
Pang  of  nature
Teem  down  as rain
Cry  of  nature
For  her  daugher 

Friday, 4 November 2011

ENDOSULFAN
Rain  of  poison  from  cloud  of  avarice
Poison  into the soul  of  the earth
Poison  distorting  the  strands 

Young  buds  of  life
Denied  the  right  to  bloom
To  fill  the  world  with  their  fragrance
Denied  to  enjoy  the  kiss  of  spring
Minds  and  bodies  stunted  by  the  freezing  vapours
The  corridors  of  power  closed  their  doors  for  them
But  opened  for  avarice

I  can  hear  the  earth  crying
Don’t  poison  me