Democracy Poem by AKELLA S. RATNAM

Democracy (Indian style)


People elected are on the nimbus
Of clouds
Imagine themselves on holiday
on yachts like free birds
As rough seas waiting to devour
The dross of their worth demure
Still they loll in with pelf and power
Unmindful of Time's circadian tower
With souls pledged to Lucifer
With bodies sans senses like totemic bower
Wielding power, right and left,
Central and peripheral
To mingle with the earth forgotten total
While people unforgiving.
With the gentry slipping
Into the dark slumber dripping
Till another messiah is born to dream
And redeem.
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A. S. Ratnam.17Aug 2017
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