eternal vigilance is <br />the price of liberty <br />and of life <br />in democracy... <br /> <br />few hours of rains <br />a flyover collapses <br />crushing to death <br />few innocent lives, <br />ending <br />many more <br />hopes and aspirations. <br /> <br />the dead are gone, <br /> <br />the left behind <br />have a life time <br />to bleed to death. <br /> <br />an FIR will be filed, <br />meagre <br />compensation <br />shall be announced, <br />less for the sympathy <br />more to avoid <br />losing scoring points <br />to opposition. <br /> <br />pressures will mount. <br /> <br />like the dead bodies <br />under the crushing weight, <br />the case file will be <br />forgotten <br />under <br />crushing weights <br />of inaction, more inaction <br />and <br />amnesia of public. <br /> <br />media will lie low, <br />till <br />another flyover collapses <br />crushing few more lives, <br />another FIR will happen, <br />few more rounds of ministers <br />will take place <br />and <br />few more such files will die. <br /> <br />till all that happens, <br /> <br />it is celebration time, <br />for the great indian <br />democracy. <br /> <br />sab kuchh thik thak hai. <br /> <br />..atp.. <br />10.09.2007.<br /><br />samyak jain<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/whose-life-was-lost-anyway/
