Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Aftermath of strike- A Poem

I went on a peaceful protest,
Of course, it was a strike,
A fight to get my rights,
In this world’s largest democracy
My voice was viciously suppressed,
By our own autocratic bureaucracy
Oilmen became bad men,
Salary was unveiled in public domain
Everyone thinks I am obsessed with greed
For pay hike, there is no need
I don’t have battery of lawyers
To sternly deal with those liars,
Who have ruined my peaceful life,
In my family, I am facing strife
What’s my salary is a big conundrum,
In my hand I have a memorandum
I accept it with grace,
With a smiling face,
Hoping I will win the race.

---A peaceful striker

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