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 frenzied mood,
he slit his leader's throat
and cried aloud for his suicide,
saving the judges from the strains
of bending the laws to give him bail.
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From the cremains of my body, one thousand of me will be erupting to serve the cause of the people. i loved the rhetoric language.but i found it humorous too. how plagued our system is, in the poem itself, the politician, his supporter and even the judges are culprit in one way or another. the poem should to read by all those who travel in lal batti
A great poem with a very important social message! The corrupt will be punished and if they punish themselves with their own hands the better.It saves the tax payer's money! Think you very much for opening our eyes to the workings of the political mind!
Hmmm... He has indeed saved the judges a lot of work. A very nice poem telling truth about our society. Thanks for sharing sir
Truly, a check on politicians is a check on a nation's prosperity. Loved reading the poem
greatly written- From the cremains of my body, one thousand of me will be erupting to serve the cause of the people great 10++++
From the cremains of my body, one thousand of me will be erupting to serve the cause of the people - I call your write as an invaluable piece of creation..Congratulations dear poet
Corruption is enemy to any nation or people and must be tamed. Nice write! Kudos
A brilliant poem depicting the naked reality of corruption in society found at the apex! Great!
Amazing story. India is a vast reservoir of stories told and waiting to be told. Every day the newspaper contains material that makes you put your hand on your chest or strike your forehead! When I was in Delhi last year I was amazed by how much was revealed in the papers, having lived in China for the past few years.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a well penned write, Rajendran, that describes reality.. Pity that the vast majority of corrupt politicians usually manage to get away with it..