Thursday, June 2, 2011
INDIA AND THE SERPENT
India an idea, is the plasticine of a fewwho mould it as per the leader’s mind
and shout from every pulpit, it’s true;
freedom for them and the led blind
it is, blasphemy if you call their myth
or have the temerity to assert the truth.
Warrior leaders battle for power,
no mercy to each other shown,
ever slicing India, tinier pieces to own;
but fearful of foe’s guts and gun,
and wrapped in the vote-god toe to head,
dead doves they are; how own loss they dread.
Sedition is the new heaven of freedom,
‘hate’ defined by hate-filled its line, minority
dog tag a badge of honour, majority
a dirty slur; ‘the red saree’ fearsome
locked away, ‘broken republic’ given wing;
Self is the new India, Singh its dummy king.
Asurs alone churn the ocean -- the serpent
coiling devs long beaten and quite bent --
bringing up wine with much venin given vent;
no hiss to alert fools he waits, silent,
for their fall; if he is not cut in two,
he will get India, the nectar pot, anew.
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