What would Indian politics be without its fair share of caricatures? Here's an ode to one of them.
Ours was the land of dust and grime
Life a motley mix of anarchy and crime
And yet they said all was just fine
“A lot better than the rest” was their line
All that is a thing of the past
For you’re finally here to save us at last
When the majestic elephant trumpets thither
The men on bicycles run helter-skelter
Just your name makes them shiver
The king, the joker and his elder brother
For when you conquered all races
They now keep busy with court cases
But O messiah in pink, daughter of the earth
Hear our humble plea for what its worth
There are still a few wrongs to set right
Our children still cry of hunger at night
Concernedly she said, “Not to worry my dear subject
I have the perfect remedy for poverty so abject
A beautiful park beyond compare
Hundreds of my idols here and there
Oh, wouldn’t that make a pretty sight
I, smiling upon you day and night
With your heart full of praise and adulation
Will there be time for minor tribulation?
A few crores it will cost though
And a few will kick up a row
Nothing new for me, a seasoned campaigner
For I can twist them all round my little finger”
Thank you, O goddess of mercy!
But for your kindness, where would we be!
Some citizens, though, don’t understand your generosity
And threaten to don black with impunity!
“Is that so?” she replied, somewhat irritated
“Such insolence can never be tolerated
Till they are brought to book, I shall not rest
No black shall be tolerated, whether a shirt, pant or vest”
Ah, just the treatment they deserve
For assuming democracy to be their reserve
For when we have a ruler so wise and just
Is democracy really a must?
“Yes, my dear subject” she said with satisfaction
“What is democracy, after all? – Freedom of expression
So what if it happens to be only mine
Life a motley mix of anarchy and crime
And yet they said all was just fine
“A lot better than the rest” was their line
All that is a thing of the past
For you’re finally here to save us at last
When the majestic elephant trumpets thither
The men on bicycles run helter-skelter
Just your name makes them shiver
The king, the joker and his elder brother
For when you conquered all races
They now keep busy with court cases
But O messiah in pink, daughter of the earth
Hear our humble plea for what its worth
There are still a few wrongs to set right
Our children still cry of hunger at night
Concernedly she said, “Not to worry my dear subject
I have the perfect remedy for poverty so abject
A beautiful park beyond compare
Hundreds of my idols here and there
Oh, wouldn’t that make a pretty sight
I, smiling upon you day and night
With your heart full of praise and adulation
Will there be time for minor tribulation?
A few crores it will cost though
And a few will kick up a row
Nothing new for me, a seasoned campaigner
For I can twist them all round my little finger”
Thank you, O goddess of mercy!
But for your kindness, where would we be!
Some citizens, though, don’t understand your generosity
And threaten to don black with impunity!
“Is that so?” she replied, somewhat irritated
“Such insolence can never be tolerated
Till they are brought to book, I shall not rest
No black shall be tolerated, whether a shirt, pant or vest”
Ah, just the treatment they deserve
For assuming democracy to be their reserve
For when we have a ruler so wise and just
Is democracy really a must?
“Yes, my dear subject” she said with satisfaction
“What is democracy, after all? – Freedom of expression
So what if it happens to be only mine
Freedom or expression – it’s all Maya!”
© Copyright 2008 Madhulika. All rights reserved.
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2 comments:
The world is now privileged with the copyrighted poetry :) Way to go, hope to see many more showers of your poetic skills , your truly will definitely blessed and so the rest of the world.
yo, great madhulika.so u're a poet too. nice. n nice n impacting lines as well. i c dat mom didnt exaggerate bout u ;-)
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