The Medicine Poem by Asit Kumar Sanyal

It was 17 January 2017
The moment Sun went below horizen
Sound of bomb began whirling
Ladies and gents took their children
escaped to the field
They left home in fear
Fear of Trinamul goons
The entire Madrasa Para became empty
Except only two
A 60 year old man
and his nonagenarian mother
Villagers spent the night of terror
in the open field
In freezing cold of mid January.
Madrasa Para in Bhangar
South 24 Parganas of West Bengal
It turned into a battle zone
When villagers clashed with police
and Trinamul goons as an agitation
against 300 crore power project
To be build on 13 acre three-crop land
by Power Grid Corporation
Didi taught this style of agitation to Bengali
When she compelled Tata
To shift Nano factory from Singur to Sanand
And to stop chemical hub at Nandigram.
This was the medicine for Left front Govt.
It helped Didi to grab the power
Didi got the taste of her own medicine
first time … after ten years
at Madrasa Para in Bhangar
we don't know the taste of KCN
But loving Didi is alive …
She can say, what is the taste of it?
sour or sweet?