A few months back there was an accident, said to be result of sabotage, of Gyaneshwari Express near Jhargram. Many innocent lives were lost, child twins being among them. Moved that time, I had written a poem that I reproduce below now.
Accident at Jhargram
We were alive, the little twins,
Healthy and kicking
Dreaming the sweet dreams
Embraced in bliss
A few moments ago
Now hovering over the accident site at Jhargram
We see our deflated bodies
Entangled in the mangled wreckage
Crushed under wheels of another train
Wheel of Fate!
the nears and dears so inconsolable
Not so near, neither dear
the babus, the cameramen, the netas
shedding Crocodile Tear
Soon they will forget all
only political gain
Some obscure poet will lament somewhere
We are not alone
Have 26/11 victims for company
For them there were candle light processions
Much public outcry
Governments claimed in no uncertain terms
Culprits will be brought to book
but now look
Master mind of their massacre
Roams free in alien land
And here with a smiling face
some top babu expresses government's disappointment
and back they all go to their partying ways
" We were born we died
Did we ever belong to a country, a nation
For which we sang the national anthem?"
The 26/11 victims do wonder
Our rotting bodies below
gift from our own countrymen
machinations of the disgruntled
slippage of the babus
Greed of the politicians
" Did we ever belong to a country, a nation?"
We little twins also wonder.
A bit childish, but here it is.