An Insight... Poem by Prafulla Sriniwas

Will our country be able to run?
Will we able to cherish those joy and fun?
How long will these corruptions outburst?
Will this system be nabbed and thrust?

Everyone has these questions in their eyes
Crushed now and then wants to rise
Inflation crammed us with hue and cry
The man on the street is left to die

Cars are standing still in the porch
Hardly have we fueled them to lurch
Dreams for our fond are being gust
Dejected to think about the days rushed

Political riots are snatching the innocent lives
Fathers of many sons and husbands for wives
Those houses whose lights have been puffed off
Are now been left alone to struggle with tripe’s

Our hopes for furtherance has gone to dogs
As in sunny days sunbeam is covered by fogs
Blind deaf and dumb is the monarch somehow
Our guards have become the executioners now