I Am An Aa Admi Poem by Narayanan Nair. P Perunthanam

I am an Aam Aadmi: A stamped
“common man” poor voter.
No sword, but with a seal
Without zeal -I move-
To execute my will;
As if climbing a tedious hill
Sweating in the Global warmth
I move…”move” a police man stared.
The king of the day of voting –I -
I loomed around the symbols,
To mourn the next dawn as King Lear
To wash cheeks with tears
on the way to the Old Age Home: my tomb
An womb where I would dream
Watching the vandalism of my unruly
Westernized children: homosexuals-
Homo-sapiens-their drunken dance –
Helpless and hopeless I glide,
Glide in to indecision again.
My Lord! My Lord! The load of my sins
Spins on me as grains grinding machine.