A PROVINCE OF DUO-GOVERNMENT

The circling green slope barricades it from the rest.
The vibrant energy of brooks rushing down the slope -
Is the portrayal of despair of water to touch it.
Being a juncture of those gentile brooks,
It gave birth to the elegant LOKTAK Lake.
And it is the tranquil valley where i dwell.

The denial to consider it a state etched the heart of hordes.
A fanatical array coalesced to float an armed night-government.
Violence was the modus operandi of those underground groups.
Their perennial power overshadowed by the birth of the province,
And Armed forces special power act was the corollary.
And it is the frenzied and bleeding valley where i dwell.

The child-like government chased the course of corruption.
As it grew up, it learned to cooperate with the existing night-government,
As a consequence, terrorism became a prevalent vote-distributing machine.
Marketing of the government jobs is the cryptic business of the ministers,
And the present cost of a hawaldar seat is three lakhs bucks per seat.
And it is the corroded government operating the valley where i dwell.

I enjoy 120 holidays in a year as a result of curfews and blockades,
I follow twice taxing system - one in the morning and other in the night.
I bleed at the cost of the conflicts between the two great governments.
I am one of the rabble rousers throwing stones as an act of frustration.
A composition of my blood, tears and sweat flows through the valley.
And I am just a civilian of that intricate valley of duo-government.