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M.D Dinesh Nair



Mr Sashi Tharoor,
What are you in fact Mr Minister?
An orator, a statesman, a diplomat,
A politician, or an author?
We wanted you to answer.

When you again begin to answer,
'I am all these'
We are watching flash news on the T.V
And reading inputs in the News paper.
They assert you are none of these!

There is a limit for everything,
There is a need for believing things,
You are again at it
Spoiling yourself
Though you have never been an idol now to be broken!

Mr Minister,
What are you in real Mr Tharoor?
A fickle minded high profile Romeo,
Or a multiple faceted man from the street?
We have a right to know?

Mr M..... and Mr Th..............,
Have YOU not heard of i?
' Men who have chased the three Ws [wealth, wine and women]
Have eaten the dust strewn by destiny.
You had better ride a horse less wild.

[Mr] unknown............,
What are you [Mr]............?
Know it for yourselves that a crowd is watching you.
Mind your old profile..
Though you have never been an idol now to be broken!

NOTE: This poem carries a note below.
I posted this poem on January 15...
0n January 17 quite unfortunately Ms Sunantha Pushkar committed suicide / died mysteriously at a hotel in New Delhi.

Submitted: Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Edited: Friday, January 17, 2014

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem is addressed to the Indian Union Minister of State for Human Resources, Mr Sashi Tharoor [former Under Secretary of the U.N.O]who was first accused of frailty and fickle-mindedness by his second wife Ms Sunantha Pushkar. She has now turned silent. [The minister was in fact accused of being in romance with a Pak woman journalist].

Ms Pushkar has herself proved to be a silly woman to woo him or to marry him. Mr Pushkar who first wanted to sue her husband has now gone for twittering on amicable words eating all her words.

Whether Mr Tharoor is really a gentleman or not, we Indians do not expect him to be talked of like this and it is better if he comes out of this murky affairs for ever.

......................................................................POST SCRIPT:
I posted this poem on January 15...0n January 17 quite unfortunately Ms Sunantha Pushkar committed suicide / died mysteriously at a hotel in New Delhi.

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  • Deepak Kumar Pattanayak (1/18/2014 3:34:00 AM)

    Please say nothing on Indian politics and Indian politicians.......they behave like Gods, act like villains and die
    like........please fill up, I have no words for them.......we are quite fed up with Indian politics.........thanks for sharing..., , , , , , (Report) Reply

  • Dinesh Nair (1/17/2014 10:30:00 AM)

    I regret to inform you about the suicide / mysterious death of Ms Sunantha Pushkar at a New Delhi Hotel on January 17.
    This poem is invalidated now. (Report) Reply

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