Nandigram the stage, a villager the actor The land that he owned was the only differentiating factor The scene began, villagers protested , for they were not getting a fair deal All they longed for was a daily job and one square meal They bargained,demonstrated,fought for it The government elected by the very own people did nothing but sit Then came the villian,Political workers broke into the stage The police fired bullets, left on histroy`s book was a bloody red page News channels poured in, trying to capitalize on the villagers woes Curfew was imposed, the only ones that could roam about were black crows Tatas want to build a car, Reliance, the maha mumbai sez All that is left now is a bloody mess The act continues,Raigad the stage The government is cursed for it suffers it`s own people`s rage The drama continues, actors change and so does the stage What still remains in history is a bloody red page
the topics you choose for ur poems r quite unique..which is a rare sight in this forum. needless to say..even the title also is pretty unique good going,,reps
