Treasure Island

Nasarudheen.P. Parameswaran

(8.8.1952 / Manakad)

Shadow Dance


Before power licentious
Loquacious tongue blabs
Speak Economists misty
As Economy wanes drifty
Power of money and muscle
Make the poor's fossils.
On which the tycoons fly
Flags of success gleefully.
Intuitive India in illusion
Delusion and hallucination
Dances as shadow, as nation's
Desperados' fusion-music sounds.
The meek by caprice paints
Bleak future of great pains
Some swarm, warmly swear
Behind PM, calm, the pied piper!

Submitted: Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, September 26, 2012

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India is the shadow of the past Democratic Sovereign nation now

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  • S.zaynub Kamoonpuri (11/6/2012 1:17:00 AM)

    A gr8 poem worded in supreme remarkable ars poetica language that makes even boring politics fun to read. Do coment on mine too. (Report) Reply

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