The Killer Tsunami Of 2004 - Poem by rajendran muthiah
O see there, a calm, hand-tied public servant
lets his eyes to flooding tears flowing down
being caught into the web of collusion
between the advocate and the police.
A Tsunami of a mind-boggling complaint
of his daughter-in-law of five months wedded life
and forty days- stay in his house with his son,
alleging demand of dowry, harrassment and cheating,
embellished by the usual rubbish and lies
by a shameless, criminal advocate
and empowered by the money making women cops,
made the sub - inspector surging towards his house
on the dreadful morn of Sunday, the 26th Dec.2004,
lashing out on the gate and waking them up,
pulling him back along with his wife and son
to the fecund station of breeding dowry charges
and kept them under station- arrest.
As the inspector was away to serve
where the tidal waves of great temblor
had risen as a wall in a flash,
chased and swept off the people on the coast,
smashed down huts and concrete houses,
contaminated the sources of water
and trapped the unwary into watery graves,
the Sub-Inspector played her planned role with ease,
with occasional threats and mock panchayats,
praying to God often with pious words,
and at times sprinkling filthy dialects,
coerced the groom to give 3.5 lakhs
to compensate the matrimonial expenses
and the damage caused to his wife’s chastity,
and get divorce under mutual consent
or else be jailed and settled at the court later.
What a counseling! What an operation!
O you girls of unbridled desires! Hatch a plot
to marry an innocent groom from a quiet family;
cajole him to use contraceptives from the night one,
cause ripples of discontent one by one,
route a complaint through the family court
to the All Women Police Station.
You’re sure to win the jackpot!
And rejoin with your boyfriends
waiting with woolfish grins.
But the grooms and their parents roll into a sea
of sleeplessness for the fault of choosing you as brides.
Long live the anti-dowry acts
and the counseling women cops.
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