Nothing so sweet as corruption to them
Which they prefer before their best bliss
As a realm of profit and delight
Of power, of honour and of glamour
To become Kuber is the shortest route
Causing democratic erosion and cancerous root
A stigma on India of indelible soot
No care of voter’s voice
As no fear of rejection’s choice
All of them are of identical nature
Religion, caste, creed, art, skill
And learning display no feature
To become MP, MLA there must be strong criteria
Since they attend legislation as a cafeteria
How to get rid of them
Is the most desired dream of our youth
As the country need dreamer and doer
Moghals and the British left India
Alas! Our rulers ruining Indians and India
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I would like to translate this poem
Really like this one. A fantastic poem. A great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Human Race.