My Lord, My Brothren - Poem by Nasarudheen.P. Parameswaran
Our land, our sand, our hand, my Lord,
Goes to election and selection of rulers
My Lord, give us strength to reject
Might of money and muscle of the tempters.
My Lord, keep all criminals away from
Contesting in fray of wild wide elections.
Crazy we are of Liberty stick to
Democrats of some quality in them.
Oh, brethren, why can’t wink at
Dealers dropped in party parachutes?
Why can’t we, elect village leaders
Who live with us entwine among us?
Our vote not to waste but cast in
As soon the Sun beams open the booths.
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