Country Poem by Binayakumar Mohanty

Death died unnatural
my rebel father
dying to rescue
the country from distress,
not yielding
before death threat.

The opportunist dreams
of brokers
escaped safely
of stirred mud.

For seventy years
handful of ooze
from the wounds
firmly hold inside
closed fist with pride.

High above the ground
bouncing feet
cheers with delight
nation is growing!
with good day approaching!
aloud we shout
where to start?

Legislature controlled
by the dignified criminals
from jails by remote
for their favour,
the laws
executives execute
on their behalf;
Nothing goes right
in the judiciary
confess the judges
of the apex court
thus protected are
our rights we sought.