Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts

Saturday, 18 June 2011

DGP ADITYA ARYA DECLARES “I WOULD HAVE ORDERED FIRING ON THE MOB IN BALI”

PANJIM:  The Director General of Police (DGP) in Goa, Aditya Arya today said that he would have ordered a police firing on the tribals, who held agitations in Bali village on May 25. The statement immediately sparked off a controversy in the state, with the tribal leaders saying that the DGP’s views show how biased the government machinery is towards the tribals fighting for their rights.
Two tribal leaders were burnt to death during the agitation at Bali village, 60 kms away from here in May. Arya, who participated in the seminar on human rights in the presence of former National Human Rights Commission (NHRC) chairman Justice J S Verma said that had he been at the protest site in Bali, he would have ordered a firing to placate the protesters. The leaders had lost control of the agitation. Several vehicles were burnt by the mob. Had I been there, I would have ordered fire, he said responding to a question during the interaction. The magisterial inquiry conducted into the Bali incident had said that the police remained silent spectators, as both the leaders were set on fire.
However, DGP’s comments evoked a strong reaction from the United Tribals Associations Alliance (UTAA), which had spearheaded the agitation. UTAA President Prakash Velip said that the DGP’s reaction shows how police were biased towards the tribals, who were democratically protesting on the streets. With such statements, the DGP is trying to provoke us into violence. Strictest of action should be taken against him, he said. Velip, a former BJP minister, said that police were not interested in investigating the culprits behind the killings of tribal leaders. – IBN

Wednesday, 8 June 2011

OH MY DEAR FRIEND!!! by Premanand Naik

Oh my friend, oh my friend!
Where are you!
You told chances in Goa are for few!
That you are forced to leave!
Oh my friend, oh my friend!
Where are you!

After a couple of years you came down and got married!
To fly back you were so worried!

Oh my friend, oh my friend!
Where are you!
You told chances in Goa are for few!
That you are forced to leave!
Oh my friend, oh my friend!
Where are you!

When you went you told your best friend to take care!
Everybody in the village saw your wife with the friend for the village fare!

Oh my friend, oh my friend!
Where are you!
You told chances in Goa are for few!
That you are forced to leave!
Oh my friend, oh my friend!
Where are you!

With the village bachelor boy your wife was spotted at the neighbors wedding!
Next day I saw the same boy at the pharmacy buying pills for the sin shedding!

Oh my friend, oh my friend!
Where are you!
You told chances in Goa are for few!
That you are forced to leave!
Oh my friend, oh my friend!
Where are you!

At your place you may not be aware!
While going I had told you better beware!
Some time I feel that you are aware!
And pretending to be unaware!
Cause when you come home you get more then your share!

Oh my friend, oh my friend!
Where are you!
You told chances in Goa are for few!
That you are forced to leave!
Oh my friend, oh my friend!
Where are you!

I know another incident!
Coming from a family so decent!
The boy in the story was so innocent!
He got married to another village girl!
The girl just looked like a pretty doll!
The boy made the pretty doll his attorney!
And sent all the money to his sweet honey!
She got involved with a village debonair!
And got transferred the entire hubby’s share!
And for the poor boy it was too little to late!
And I don’t want my friend you to have same fate!

Oh my friend, oh my friend!
Where are you!
You told chances in Goa are for few!
That you are forced to leave!
Oh my friend, oh my friend!
Where are you!
Come home before it’s too late!
And I don’t want my friend you to have the same fate!

Friday, 3 June 2011

MY GOA I AM PROUD TO BE YOUR SON!!!! by Premanand Naik

My Goa I am proud to be your son!!!!
I am ready to tear my chest for me to own!!!!
My heart with joy leaps for being here I was born!!!!
My soul burns with anguish for all the havoc done!!!!
If any time my motherland needs my life let me adorn!!!!

My Goa you are my beloved motherland!!!!
This is where my ancestors came from!!!!
Even an inch of it I cannot hand!!!!
Nor spare it to an alien for a sum!!!!

Yours is the air which I had breathed first!!!!
Yours is the air I want to breathe last!!!!
Yours is the water which appeased my thirst!!!!
I am ready to sacrifice my self cause it is come to worst!!!!
My blood is thine for any future date!!!!

My Goa you are in the hands of gangsters!!!!
Your own priests have turned into molesters!!!!
Even a prostitute only sells her cunt!!!!
But the politicians have sold you back and front!!!!

You are my Goa and I am your son!!!!
I am not going to wait to mourn!!!!
I am getting ready with a loaded gun!!!!
I am going to spare none!!!!
I will not rest till it is done!!!!
And at the end I want to tear my chest and shout from the bottom of my heart and say
I HAVE WON!!!!
GOOD BYE FOR NOW
PREMANAND NAIK