Dr. Yogesh Sharma
Demon Killer-Mamata Banerji - Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma
She played bravely that everyone abhors
A little women slamming Reuters doors.
A poor parents courageous little daughter
Who lived in humble abode by Hugli water
By name Mamta Didi on that port,
Always played a furious sport.
She would bravely go
And slam the Lefts with gusto!
To make ugly comrades cry,
Her heart is not bad nor dry,
But only rather bold and wild;
As she was a daring, honest child...
It happened that a marble bust
Of Marx-Lenin duo was planted just
Above the door of this little lamb,
She had meticulously planned to slam,
And pulled it down! She booted it flat!
She laid it down and out! She aimed like that.
She wrote Reds’ funeral sermon, long;
And followed by a victory song,
Mentioned her plans, simple but true;
But dwelt upon their vices too,
And showed the dead-fall end of evil,
Who goes and slams the cadavers of devil.
In the fast moving circle of time,
At dawn she wrote a melodious rhyme,
Mamata, at Reuters, reached with halo!
Where she walked-a ground hallow;
Where she sat-to create a holy temple;
Swore by love, for hatred to shed bare.
The people who followed her to hear,
The dreadful tale from far and near
Were much impressed, and truly swore
They never more would love Red door,
As long they had done for thirty four years before,
She rooted out Marx’s unholy sons’ lore.
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