An Indian Taxpayer's Pain Poem by Thinker Shah

Sucked in a vortex by fate, I often sit back and think

To how many more nadirs can the life actually sink

Will every struggle for truth end with a hemlock drink?



Those who turned Indianmarkets into a swindling den

Fraudsters, looters and goonsare now gagging my pen

The apathy of the powers that be remains beyond my ken



A billion Dollar fraudster struts around with unfettered glee

One who duped gullible investors in a wanton looting spree

Protected by ill-gotten pelf this man doesn't even need to flee



The abominable criminal pulled off a brazen daylight fraud

Thousands cheated and the loot was easily siphoned abroad

Cops, regulators and media all still worship the crook like god!



Widows, pensioners, senior citizens - all looted by the knave

Even the Khaki cheated poor victims it was entrusted to save

Thirty pieces of silver bought all and every soul turned a slave



The luckless lot has been running from every pillar to post

Money is gone and now even the faith in the system is lost

Hoping in vain -Karma will some day make him pay the cost



Taking it all on the chin we yetstand firm and very proud

Jaded by bludgeoning of fate I may be but am still uncowed

Facing scoundrels my head may be bloody but is unbowed



The Soul - collective conscience of this nation is nearly dead

Old victim couples selling jewellery to buy their daily bread

But nobodygives two hoots or cares even a small shred



The system which tolerates thugs and such buckets of slime

Where they protectvillains and authors of a heinous crime

Trust me such decadent society is living on borrowed time