An Ode to Nandigram

The above poem came to my mind after hearing Budhadeb s new industrialization plans bull dozed over the lives of hapless residents in Nandigram.
Being a leftist I felt ashamed of him , who sided with the Salim Group of Indonesia ( I cant ever forget the extermination of PKI in Suhartos Indonesia .PKI was the largest communist party outside the socialist world. And with in an year Fundamentalists in collusion with Suharto s Military massacred millions of Comrades and hung their genitals as public display!!).

So far I could proclaim myself being a sympathizer of a movement which had taken side with the oppressed on every issues and fought against the establishments which always favored the Oppressor. Now I despise you Buddha ( I admired him for being a poet among the communist and an avid film lover) , But now I hate to write like him and watch film like him!!

Smiling Budha

When Buddha smiles again I am trembling
I always imagined
My mind as calm and peaceful as a meditating Buddha
But now when Buddha meditates I look for covers
Vultures start swooping down
Villages let out a groaning song,
which gets stuck under their spastic throat
The thunder of heaven flashes the world
Specialties sweep the ground
The land of our dead,
Now lit with neon lamps
is no more ours.

Take your shelter, my wounded human creature
Buddha is meditating once again.
Buddha speaks from the enlightenment
‘Colors do not exist’
‘History didn’t live’
Comrades from the past over an archipelago were all some hallucinations
Their bloodbath was only a sanctifier
for a colorless world.

[ This land is dead, colorless rotten with hollowness
Here exists no grave of our fathers
They are empty as our dream
The seeds are swollen with those empty wishes
Haunting winds just walk across the stunted soil.
]

Thus spake ,meditating Buddha
I wonder what films you adore
I wonder what poetry you appreciated!