Piece of land,a beautliful curse

I am fortunate

To live in this gorgeous earth

With ever green forests and grasslands

Deserts , iceblocks and islands

Mountains,hills and valleys

Trenches ,craters,barren and  marshy lands

Surrounded by vast oceans

Cut through by curvy rivers,streams

Ponds ,lakes and lagoons

Like anyother human I have a dream

To own a piece of land

To live amidst the heart beats of nature

Far away from the world of gizmos

Where everything is unreal

Even a smile is faked up as customary

With words weaving nets of illusion to flatter

I am realising that our world has changed

From those neanderthal times

With sophistication of technology

Overriding our emotions

Luring towards products made for producing profits

We use it regardless of its necessity

I think we made our lives complex

Different from the times when they lived

Without airconditioners or aeroplanes

But the greed for land never changed

For centuries men gave up their lives

For their masters quests to capture lands

Millions of kids and women paid the price

When ruthless emotionless conquerors

Butchered and tortured them as symbols of victory

Now there are laws and customs

Nationally and internationally,all botched up

Suiting the policies of those in power

Using the loop holes in the laws

The cunning greedy people keeps siezing lands

Forging fake documents with authenticity

Forcing the real owners out of it

Using gangs of horror

When financial might creates a mountain

Of legal obstacles

Red tapes of government machinery

Entangles the ladders to the olive branch of justice

One realises the fact that land is up for grabs

Whenever someone else have their eyes on it

You can’t do much to stop the inevitable

Unless you have the support from all streams

And money to keep the tie wide open

To claw back the justice to the rightful

When legal drama continues in courts of justice

Loser is only the one who loved and kept the land

As years passes by in front of them

With no possibility to get something out of the land

Only money drains out towards attorneys

And all other arms of justice

The siezers can keep laughing

As they know sooner or later

Opponent will get dis illusioned

That’s the tactics they play to outwit the hapless

It’s the time for authorities to open their eyes

As hundreds of people suffer due to

Law twisting evils who call themselves gentlemen

Who rides their luck on spineless laws

That disputes the status of land

When there is nothing in real

Even I live in agony over one such

Piece of land

As generation changed,the mentle fell on me

It’s a beautiful curse that I want to get rid off

Cos,I am looking for peace

Than a piece of land which offers nothing but pain

Looters on road

Tricycle is the face of Indian transport

or say modern version of old rickshaw

We call it in short,auto

Its amazing how they take us through

the by lanes and heavy traffic

to our desired destination in comfort

Its our reply to the yellow cabs

But is it?

Everyone cant afford vehicles to travel

When it is urgent,we are forced

to rely on those autos

It can save us valuable time

As we can avoid every snailing buses

or other transport systems

But a breed of auto handlers

They think that we are at their mercy

We pay the money for the ride

We aren't approaching them for free ride

Government has fixed rates

Which i believe is reasonable

Now electronic meters are there

which give somewhat accurate readings

But they refuse to switch it on

Before they start the journey

We have to fight for our rights to travel

Is it our land or some other alien land?

As we are in urgent need,we succumb

to the demands,its our fault

Still,there is a limit for the greed

Even if they switch on the meter

In the end they fight to get more

than what the meter indicates

Its a shame that nobody cares

I lost count fighting rogue auto handlers

Who demand more than what they command

Authorities says,you complain to the cops

They will take action,

If actions are taken,then why aren't they changing?

One threatend,go and complain

Ive got lawyer,i will deal it there

Who will control these looters

Who loot the hapless commuters

Who rely these greedy morons

For urgent journeys

It seems we are destined

To fight every day with these looters

If you are lucky you can get away with bargain

if not you are destined to loose money

Or else you will loose precious time

And harassment in front of public

cos these looters don't have any shame

                Nithin R S