Solomon`s Choice Poem by M D Dinesh Nair
Solomon`s Choice
As India votes for the next regime to be anointed
Amidst all sounds and fury In New Delhi this May
The people have no Solomon`s Choice.
The fancies of a well grown boy pampered by all around and
The exhortations from the mouth of a much modified and self made man
Leave the Indian voters helpless, nay desperate.
A wand wagon of commoners appeared with caps on their heads
And it appeared to take all by storm for some time just for some time
But that was not an oasis but a snare and delusion blacking out!
As 1270 million people here look forward to leading
A life that offers nothing different as usual
We all chant in unison, “ We are the largest Democracy”.
We don`t ask for a land of milk and honey
We seek not a heaven of elixir and gaiety of balls
But we need to walk along these corridors of trying times.
Soon we may hear the sound of one hand clapping
No where we see the salt of the earth coming to our rescue
But all are around us to play the devil`s advocates.
A nation in waiting to equate itself with China
With a people ever fleeing to the Middle East and the West
And a tri-colour flying high at times – we are that!
Dear Solomon of the North, be pleased to be reborn here,
Please, offer your choice to us as well after this experiment
And live in this country sweating out in this land of reality.
Elections are around the corner and beautiful poem for the occasion.
I'm not much into politics Dinesh, but the cry is much the same the world over. My wish is for world peace and happiness - a dream that sadly will never be. Very well constructed, an excellent piece of writing once more from your pen.
... india needs a great leader who is capable of fighting all sorts of problems that india is facing... though its confusing for us to decide... whom do we we vote for... but this time i think i know who would i support... Nice diction in this poem.... loved this...
A very realistic picture of the present political scenario of India! Here the people are blind folded and we hear a thosand voices to follow from here and there... We do not know whom to follow.... and we claim to be the largest democracy...! 'A wand wagon of commoners appeared with caps on their heads And it appeared to take all by storm for some time just for some time But that was not an oasis but a snare and delusion blacking out! ' I enjoyed these lines the most! !
With Caps on their heads and colored cloth on their shoulders, the politicians are easily recognized. Hope some of them are dedicated. Beautiful poem. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 2:23:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A very fine political satire which overflowed from stress of close observation.