Bangalore has been in the eye of the Cauvery storm. While the local public has been helplessly waiting to see what turn it takes, schools have really suffered with the number of unscheduled holidays because of the Bundh that had been called. Parikrma senior student Henginlin an orphan who came to us from Manipur 13 years ago and now is a Bachelor student of Law, expressed his frustration though this incredible poem.
Oh! Our country
What to call? Sensitive?
When our country is inactive
“Oh don’t be, too negative”.
But it’s true, we’re all active
To make our country disconnective,
And we end up being fugitives.
Acting hastily out of feeling guilty
Bragging harshly about honesty,
Dragging harmony towards purgatory
Answering freely solutions empty,
Impossible humanity made vain sanity
My country oh our country
Roads are blocked across the street
It blocks the path for a greet,
An aim to achieve hard to meet:
Limited knowledge turns to greed.
An empty stomach hard to keep,
Easy for the blade to run deep
Schools get closed, classes are dry
Lessons not learnt for kids to try
How can there be progress if all we do is cry
For a better tomorrow, but are shy
To take a stand, to sacrifice and try?
Don’t tell me when to sleep
My share in nature is all I need.