Phailin of corruption
Brings rain of lies to hide files of truth
And crush simple innocence; then,
Wipe out democracy: a system of political faith.
When “the life became nasty, brutish and short”
The state emerged and developed through realms:
Autocratic, democratic again in to turbulent state.
The virtues and the vices fight for empowerment
Vijayadasami drips tears of Kunti and Gandhari.
Before Personalities Divine-
Bharatmata groans for liberation.
Still our country, shackled beyond liberation! A powerful write!
That liberation of Mother India is far away. Neither Modi nor Rahul can assure it. We may just save HER from usual Phailins till that day of dawn. A good write sir.
A great patriotic hardhitting political poem. Long may u write with yor poet's pen! Thnx sir.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Phailin of corruption Brings rain of lies to hide files of truth And crush simple innocence; then, Wipe out democracy: a system of political faith. - - - - - - - - - -We are proud of our democracy.But what we get in reality? People can make a phaailin a source of their earning, there are Duryodhans and Sakunies and crocodile tears! ! The cause of this malaise is not in Government alone as corruption has corrupted people from top to bottom.Thanks for sharing the marvelous poem.