society, violence and governance
By chinmoy mukherjee
In recent months the country has been witness to a wave of violence erupting in various parts of
the country and the response of governments both at the Centre and States has been somewhat unsure and one of puzzlement. In fact, there has hardly been a day that we do not get reports of violence
in the newspapers, journals and magazines. While the Home Minister has been talking about taking on
the might of the Maoist militarily, the Maoist cadres have let loose violence of an unprecedented kind
claiming victims who are just caught in crossfires. The irony in this grim human tragedy is that there
is very little realization on the part of the Government that lack of good governance, economic deprivation and backwardness have pushed an otherwise peace-loving, honest and simple tribals or
adivasis into the lap of Maoists. The contribution of the adivasis to our society and civilization has been
truly great and the heroic role they played in our struggle for independence only finds token acknowledgement. Thanks to governmental apathy, insensitivity and corruption we have condemned
them to a sub-human living. Their lot no longer shames us! They are forced to eat leaves , grass and worms and die unreported and the only time they figure in lurid details when they take up arms!
Earlier it was Britishers who branded them as “Criminal Communities” and took away their habitats and now they are being done in by their own people. The other day Madhu Khora the former Chief
Minister of Jharkhand was in the news for self-aggrandizement to the tune of 1500 Cr.! A society which
is founded on gross injustice only courts violence to destroy itself. The violence which has been pockmarking the face of the nation can squarely attributed to poor governance, malgovernance and no governance at all.
Ever since I met the eyes that
spoke of redemption,
two gems that outshone
with a magnificent hope of the heart
my soul began to glitter
and her eminence told the story
In time past, I experienced a
waterfall of chocolate sweetness,
when I set my eyes on that brunette hair
She walks like hope,
she shines like a pearl of perfection
and she's as remarkable as perfection,
she's wonderful,
as royal as a diamond,
worth more than a thousand escalades
because she's the queen of glitters
and she makes my heart sparkle,
startle and twinkle like a star.
By Kakraba Afful
Look into those weeping eyes,
tell me that you see her comfort
stuffed into a greedy furnace
look into the sanctity of his heart,
please tell me, you see cracks
in it, faults by a cardiac earthquake
with the eruption of blood,
killing it's existence
See deep, hear deep,
see and hear
the cataclysmic turbulence
of her soul,
the way nasty tornadoes
of misfortune have blown away
his life,
with an airy ink of defeat,
hear the chuckling of hurricanes,
wrestling and strangling her
destiny to death
Pay attention to him,
a sunken city,
swallowed by a tumultous flood,
watch her,
bleeding from the sharp stab
of excrutiating experiences;
And let sincere tears
well down, your eyes as well,
let your heart burn in
a frying furnace of guilt
let your heart be
filled with the cracks of worry,
for seeing someone
who has been dumped
in the scrapyard of life
let your blood erupt
by the hormone of solicitude,
for someone whose beliefs
are in crutches
and whose confidence has
been crippled by the
menacing, laughing turmoil of life
Be concerned,
let's care for one another,
be a handkerchief to a weeping soul,
an ointment to an aching heart,
turn their tears to honey
and you shall be blessed.
By Kakraba Afful
He spoke this,
but his hypocritical eyes,
spoke a foreign song
Her lips moved with the
smooth butter of flattery,
but her heart was like an active
volcano, awakening from its long sleep
He said the nicest things
with a porcelain smile
to pull it off,
but he was a talking antonym,
unlike the synonymism of sincerity
she's not who you think
she is...
he's not who you think
he is...
By Kakraba Afful
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