On Watching My Polity Poem by Narayanan Nair. P Perunthanam
On Watching My Polity
Such was my country twenty-one Summers ago
In a starry night I, with my wife Prema young
Walked along the road of midnight Mysore slow
As snow veil clad chilling breeze rippled along.
No rapist, drunkard, rowdy, as hyenas did draw
No clique with camera to strip or rape did throng
An auto -driver so friendly took us to a lodge; so
Gladly with son Sudev we enjoyed Dassara song.
Now, in every city, I fancy, Sahasralinga’s attacks
From Bars with bars such barbarians may pounce
As executive dread such law-breakers to punish.
Political aspirants languid sit in and pronounce
In Parliament to protect the culprits from barracks
Deceiving democrats and putting them in anguish.
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Note: Prema: name of wife; Sudev: name of baby(son) . Sahasralinga: nickname of Indra /Devendra.(King of Devas who live in luxury. Parliament: the legislative building. Mysore: the city in Karnataka, India former capital of Mysore kings. Dassara: a state festival in Karnataka,
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What a lovely write to compare times. the evil of the society is our rotten political system which supports every criminal. I fully share your concern. Thanks.
What stark difference has come over us within a short span of 20 years! Now we constantly hear of the stories of brutal rape and notorious assault on women! Everyone keeps mum including the people who wield power and those who head the judiciary! ! Excellent write! !
Lovely write I happen to be there when I was at Bangalore (Jalahalli) We have change by changing thanks for this as now a day bombay delhi and other places rape..
Excellent write sir. But how long we can be surprised? Rape has become so common sir. Nowadays I dont have that oh-my-God feeling anymore. I just hope that doesnt happen to persons I know. Every other day a rape is occured. Statistics says one woman in world is being attacked in every 3 minutes. One woman is sexually assaulted in every 5 minutes. And one woman is killed in every 18 minutes. Sad when man does not know the difference between mother and woman. There is a wonderful poem written by fellow poet Hardik Vaidya on Delhi Rape, which is a harsher, stronger and brutal tone of what you have written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 7:48:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Excellent write especially for todays happenings around....We are just moving towards worst...Such cases is going to be common.....Dont know where we will land...We dont know what is the future stored in for new generations..