The Meaws are burning bright....

Over the past few days,there has been great debate over the Maoists,whether they are really there.For one part,I believe they are.Not in the jungles maybe,but surely all over the newspapers and news channels,on Biman mind and Buddhas,on Mamatas and Pranabs,on my lips and yours,they truly are everywhere.Mamta cant see them,even if they sleep with her.Buddha,somehow,sees them everywhere,even in the Meaw of his pet cat.And if Biman has his way,he would probably have his shadow handcuffed .So I decided to come up with my own version of things.

Meaw Meaw burning bright
Meaws to the left and right
Sleepless vigils day and night
Tthe Meaws are burning bright

In the blinding heat,through the monsoon night
Guns slung across,the armymen stride
For its the Meaws they fight
They know not a moment of respite

Stuck to stealing fish no more
The meaws like tigers roar
Mines bursting left and right
For its the meaws they fight

To the left,to the right,theres a Meaw everywhere
Even one on Buddha’s receding hair
In hiding,in open,the meaws are everywhere
Theres a meaw hiding under bimans chair

Cruel the meaws are ,devoid of all Mamta
How fight we against such might
The Meaws must be gotten rid of
Left as they are,the Meaws are never Right

Meaws to the left and right
The Meaws are burning bright.


Veronica Decides To Die,after the first read,i must say,left me quite dissapointment.There seems to be nothing wrong with the book,but it suffers from the same problems any translation does-the authors essence is missing.Its a pity that I dont know the language the book was originally written in.
Adios until next time.