Dr. Yogesh Sharma
Modern Indian Secular Leader - Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma
Modern Indian secular leader: they themselves are imprisoned paw -
Under the brand name of secular man, they can mock the law.
They are puzzle for the justice, the IPC's despair:
For when all rush for the scene of crime – secular veil is always there!
Secular, secular, there's no gun like secular,
They are immune to break all the law and talk vulgar.
Their powers of survival would make even a saint stare
They are present every where, even in the country’s air.
Lalu, Mulayam, Maya and Pawar, all are very heavy and fat;
You would know them if you saw them, there belly is glutton like rat.
There brows are deeply lost in conspiracies, there minds are domed;
Their robes are designed cautiously, their mind and head oiled.
They sway their heads from side to side, like a venomous snake;
And when you think they are asleep, no they are always wide awake.
They are fiend in feline shape, monster of prosperity-
But when a crime of loot is discovered, then they are poor son of depravity!
Outwardly but they are honorable.
And their fingerprints are not found in any file dis-respectable.
But happy partner in fodder loot, or the currency necklace- is branded,
Champion of IPL scam and amassing wealth unaccounted.
And when any office find a finger on tray,
But it's useless to investigate – leader secular are not in the way!
And when the scams have been disclosed, the investigating agencies say:
`It must have been leader secular! ' - But they are miles away.
Nation must be sure to find them resting on a foreign shore,
Or engaged in doing some secular but-divisive lore.
They were never indulging in such deceits;
They always have answers for these cheats.
They say that all the rouges whose wicked deeds are widely known
They might mention honest and simpleton bone,
They are nothing more than servants for all the time
Just help them and their operations: the Bin Laden of Crime!
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