Ratnakar Mandlik

(Aug.29,1950 / Hyderabad(A.P.) , India)

Romance With Democracy - 3


The freedom fighters cherished Romance
With the concept of liberty and independence
Compelled the Brits to liberate India,
We attained freedom in our own myopia.

Political freedom was the romantic dose
The new found notion was too much close
To our aspirations, dreams for future
That laid foundation for incoming disasters.

The rights bestowed by democratic polity
Greedily we usurped forgetting the duties
Imposed by it on subjects as the sacrilege
We only wanted to derive its full previlage.

Romance of Politician-criminal in nexusits bloom
Endangered democracy, polity of our dreams.

Submitted: Thursday, November 17, 2011
Edited: Friday, November 18, 2011

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