Saturday, April 16, 2011



TELECOM SCAM - A WAKE-UP CALL


India stands on the tip of a volcano which contains Lava of common man’s burning fury. The worshipful crusader Mr. Hasare has just struck a match stick on the box and any time it may grow into a big flame to gulp all the atrocities.. The support expressed by the mass is a paradigm in this entity. The corrupt politicians, the monstrous mafias, the brutal terrorists and all such ruffians and rowdies have kept within their clutches the economy of our country. This economy amounts to countless multiples of country’s actual currency. Whenever a scam arises, all sorts of actions leading to nothing will crop up and finally everyone will sleep under hibernation. Election is another white elephant which does not attach any value to honesty and patriotism. Rather money, muscle and community powers pocket the candidature. Ungainly freebies, baseless promises, black cash for votes, special lifts for minorities’ etc. determine the success of candidates. People of major community are treated as second class citizens here as they exhibit unity not. The malicious rulers and other members of the government make it a point to keep a divide among them at any cost. I don’t say that all the governing people are wicked. May be there some members having clean hands which are tightly fastened with the rope of others’ influence and indulgence. So if any scam not only the telecom one precipitates in the country’s affairs. it should be totally uprooted and all the atrocious men should be punished deservingly. All the citizens irrespective of religion or region should abide by the same civil law and enjoy the motherhood of this country equally. Otherwise a day may dawn when the furious youths will demolish all the illegal palaces erected by the greedy politicians at the sweat of common man. So it is the ripe time all people stood in unity and acted in unison.It is a very humble request to people with a true heart to teach a lesson to the inhuman human beings.


                                                                                                                       Saral

Sunday, April 3, 2011

THE CRY IN THE AIR
       [TSUNAMI]

 Hark! What is that noise we heard?
Is it a mountain’s breaking sound?
Is it the sky that is falling down?
Oh! It is a floating wall that drowns.

It is indeed a dazzling sight,
Water is rising to a coconut’s height.
 Oh! It is Tsunami, the rolls of water,
The rolls are the mighty ocean’s waves.

Where are the ones that stood on the shore
Making merry with kith and kin of theirs?
God! The harbour waves swept them away
Without leaving any, whether asleep or awake.

Roars and cries filled the whole air,
Shrieks and screams echoed everywhere.
Running and rushing to vehicles found there,
Rays of escape were felt even a bit nowhere


Flood of blood reddened the sand,
Bodies of dead filled the fairground,
Beauty of beach has totally disappeared,
Boundary of land is really submerged.

Look at that old man standing in numb,
What he can do now is just to stump
With heaviness in heart and tears in eyes
He witnessed with sorrow the belonging’s loss.
  
The houses man inherited, the money he hoarded,
The dreams he cherished, the articles he relished,
Alas! All such favourites were completely perished
And the mouth of the wave everything swallowed.

Siblings of many people faded out of sight,
The sense of many others was lost in fright,
Homeless, foodless and cashless they turned
And waited in vain for the dear ones to return.

Fear and panic silenced the surroundings,
Arising questions in the minds of survivors.
Temples and churches dissolved in water,
Mosques also escaped not, it did wither.

What is the meaning in fighting for wealth?
Your might and money will no way help,
Power and position will never give you lift,
When you fall into the ditch of death.

Obstacles in abundance may hinder you easily,
Spectacles of far sight may save you actually,
This life in fact is a God-given gift,
Use it fruitfully, before a dearth it comes to.

                                                         Saral