To The Lady Nero..... Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

Half-fed, half-clad humans
clung to your feet with a lighted lamp
in their long shattered shrines.
So many mouths tinged with silver spoons
hailed your advance to the helm.
The art bearers teamed up with the torch bearer.

They lavishly filled up the alms-bag
what would ensure liberty from hoary banyan.
The surge for a change swept over
from the hill to the bay of Bengal.
The morning sun went up soon in the mid-sky.
But the chill below has not deserted the crouching masses!

The masses are despaired of your paranoid pauses.
The tip of a gigantic scam is raising its nasty head
and the stinky slush is tainting many green bigwigs.
The heinous fundamentalists from the neighboring east
find your dreamland as their haven.....
One accidental burst flashed the future anarchy.
Yet some sycophants are blind to their deified crown!