Night Of Nude Knives - Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
Gracefulness goes under, greed arrives,
And queen bees get driven out of hives,
Basal, oft one rung-adder
Be young ambition’s ladder,
In what Saffron night was of nude knives!
Packed off to pastures green
The party might well show goodly gesture,
Everyone had his oft-crushed conjecture:
Viral went guessing ship,
But sent was he to a far off pasture.
What happened to many in many a political party has now
happened to the old stalwarts like Advani and Murli Manohar
Joshi. They are now eased out of the party’s Parliamentary Board.
Old age has for long been respected in our culture. The reign of
old age prevailed in this party as elsewhere. But times it seems
are a changing. Perhaps, age should know when her time is up.
The two limericks above highlight the underlying mood.
- Happenings | 02.09.14 |
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