Treasure Island

Hardik Vaidya

(26 Dec 1969, I won't be dead till you know I am alive. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

India's Horse Race


Hurricanes don't power our wind mills of change.
Typhoons don't till our landscapes of hate.
Tsunamis look good only on internets g spot, when they hit you
You are not the survivor to see it on the tube.
We don't want policies, does not matter the color of the paper,
They have always failed because of the color of your character.
The symbols are all divorced from the ethos all of you aspire,
Greed for money, power, is all that you respire.
Let the people win for once.
Let the calm of their silence, and the depth of their patience edge,
Be the stone of your experiment.
Let Elections be a matter of choice, not a matter of terrible choice,
Pick good humans; don't look at horses, because you are not at the Derby
And we are not in your stables, mares prime and old,
Lined up to allow your stallions to mount and goad,
And breed for you an impeccable line of
Pure breed Black to continue the superlative brand
Democracy's Pussy Cat.

Submitted: Tuesday, March 05, 2013

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