Sitting on a table my mind is set free,
wandering deep in the poisonous Bhopal tragedy.
Scene of the poison mixed in the air,
hurts my heart and gives me fear.
And when will we take a step ahead.
Ahead till we punish the guilty.
This is my letter to thee
who died slowly but with enough cruelty
the war is between man and the poison,
poison of greed, carelessness and most of all
the tragic gaseous poison
which made man fall.
In the grave deep inside mother earth.
The color of the death is black,
but they made it white.
Escaped from the scene,
and enjoyed there ride.
I may not call them even dogs because it will,
make dogs feel ashamed.
But they take the bribe and set the guilty free,
free of millions of murders.
Yes i do say,
the result was murders of innocent.
There was not a single protestor
when we reached jantar mantar
After the sentence to prisonment for two years the guilty will get free
but ask from your heart is it satisfied?
Mine is not and I know
Yours is even not.
But when will we realize the point that our brothers
and sisters have been killed.
Instead of playing foolish games like Farmville or so
on face book use it for small efforts which will make a change
visible in some time and
will make a better India in the memories of our dead brothers
and sisters.
a poem by –pavel:
Always ready to change the world and the
change comes from us.
