Kings Play Guitar, When Their Citizens Do Not Have Even A Shelter Poem by Bashyam Narayanan

Kings Play Guitar, When Their Citizens Do Not Have Even A Shelter



We did not know as to
Whether Nero played fiddle
When Rome was burning
But it looks possible
When some of the elected representatives
Enjoyed a grand cultural event
With popular film stars
Dancing on an expensive stage
Bash glittering all over
Female artistes exposing their
Inviting curves and made up flesh
To load deafening music
And some other representatives
Went on a joyful junket
Visiting places which have no stock
For their learning
But only for entertainment and sight-seeing
In both the cases
It was for the representatives and their families
While thousands of people in the same state
Were braving cold
Some even dying
Following a social fall out and attendant violence
Fueled by intimidating outbursts
Of some of these representatives

Here is a proof though
Kings play guitar
When their citizens do not have even a shelter

Friday, January 10, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: guitar
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Tirupathi Chandrupatla 25 January 2014

Realities nicely brought out. Thank you.

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