Naxals Give Us Wounds - Poem by survi sharma
When you are under
your sleep, and sweet dream,
at that moment,
do you know what is
happening in some regions
of chhattisgarh, jharkhand,
west bengal, maharashtra and
madhya pradesh and others.
naxallites are on the killing spree.
they kill and we are killed.
are they eccentric, as doing so,
and i ask, people live in fears
their lives are at stake,
they are living on the tip of gun,
and all of a sudden, bomb blasts,
and we only see on television
having a cup of tea, sometimes
in newspapers, reading goes-
ten people killed in the naxallite attack,
my god, ten people! They were humans,
they were innocent, they were helpless.
the only mistake of theirs is that
they are living in one of these states.
naxals are not humans, devil they are
their demands have no value, in my eyes.
do you want to eradicate it?
as they are the slur on the face of India.
i want my india back, the perfect condition,
i wish, it may happen one day, with my eyes open.
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