He lost his parents
In communal riots
But he forgot it!
Acquired was his fertile tract
For a paltry amount
But he forgot it
He has to fast many a night
Unable to meet rising costs
But he forgot it
Shattered were hold-fasts
Of many a proletariat
But they all forgot
Nothing to surprise at all
It is easy in this democratic State
To keep people in a hypnotic state
Today they each got
A hundred rupee note
And a couple of
Arrack packets
Tomorrow is an auspicious date
They are going to cast
Their precious votes
Oh, this is easy to read and understand, the whole piece is arranged in good order, the ideas are obviously right...yes, everybody doesn't look back when there's something is causing you upset, the whole piece I like the sentence: 'To keep people in a hypnotic state.' which is a main point to be followed by us. thank you I offer this with 10 full marks.
Touchy and I relate to and a great way to allow others to understand.One of the best way to give courage.
Your penchant for loading poetry with meaning and tropes is manifest here. More grace, Sir.
This is a wonderfully executed political piece, man! The repetition of the forgotten elements of repression, the willingness of the beaten to adore the one dishing out the abuse worked well. Like a battered wife, excuses and denials abound because the mind is forced to splinter the truth in order to survive. To finish with the irony of voting was a nice touch, as if two handpicked elite candidates are going to make a difference! The illusion of democracy is often enough to make the flag-wavers froth at the mouth with patriotic fervor. I enjoyed this a great deal!
corruption begets more corruption which we tend to forget for some paltry benefit we can see an touch. PRomises are poor currency
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good work again sir.. ric Dhodi