In Another Kurukshetra Poem by Narayanan Nair. P Perunthanam

IN ANOTHER KURUKSHETRA
Like auditory hallucination
The sounds echo in my ears.
Promises for poor Pandavas
From cunning Sakuni's army.
Bullets and ballots in the air
Glide like winged foes, alas!
Water cannons spray heavily
On relentless mob as against
Relentless foreign forces; fight
Day and night -against our own
Elected rulers: Power mongers'
Chess-board is placed in every
Drunken booth; in eyeless games
Blood stained Democracy bewail
And get charged as Jarasandha
To defeat Bimasena with cudgel.
Where is Krisna? Lord of Justice,
Save my society with Thy Grace,
Wrecking waging factions, save Flag
Of Democracy from the rude evils.
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