indira babbellapati

Rookie - 106 Points (visakhapatnam, india)

My Country, My State... - Poem by indira babbellapati

money and power
change equations
with the ease of a
seasoned skater

some hundred billion
hands raise to an
empty sky in utter
helplessness, undifinable

power gets moved on
an antique chess board
in intrigue and advantage

cheap lives move
on the rusted chess board
of ordinariness in
misplaced martyrdom
thrust on them

leaders sprawl on
beds made of twenty four
karat gold nuggets

we the commoners
get lied on heaps of
stinking flowers left

the fast-unto-death
get fed on easy digestable
food so as to make it
easy for the gut

pigs and other respectable
creatures honestly thrive
on rotting vegetables
force-dumped by the
deserted pavements...


Comments about My Country, My State... by indira babbellapati

  • (12/15/2009 3:23:00 AM)

    Lets hope for the best. Do we have any other choice? (Report) Reply

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  • Sadiqullah Khan (12/15/2009 12:26:00 AM)

    The country is outside
    the state inside
    ....well done
    (Report) Reply

  • (12/14/2009 11:47:00 PM)

    you have projected two sides of a coin brilliantly, indira; and unfortunately both happen to be ugly....miles away from Humanity...thanks for sharing, dear.... (Report) Reply

  • Howard 'the motivational poet' Simon (12/14/2009 9:49:00 PM)

    To be outside looking in or to be inside looking out. What a great difference. A powerful painting of the haves and the have nots. Well done my friend. (Report) Reply

  • (12/14/2009 9:35:00 PM)

    very true revelation...the inside is not human and ugly too (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 14, 2009

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 23, 2009

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