rajendran muthiah Poems
A Corrupt Politician Committed Suicide
When the corrupt politician
was shut behind the bars,
he roared in anger in a language
couched in figures and metaphors:
" From the cremains of my body,
one thousand of me will be erupting
to serve the cause of the people".
When this one robber single-handedly
looted the coffers of the State
and got graft for the jobs given to the poor,
the people reel in poverty
and the youths die untimely.
"How could this nation face
one thousand of his incarnates? "
This question made one of his followers
sleepless, and in a ...
Don't you remember seeing me?
In my dreams you call on me.
A shorter time I stayed there.
Yet your face doesn't leave me off.
The beats of my heart will tell you,
how mad of love I was in mind!
The flowers in thy hairs will murmur
of my prayers to God to bless you.