A homeless woman squatted on the pavement
Empty bottle of mineral water by her side.
It was a hot summer noon …the stench
Of poverty makes me ashamed as I ride,
The swanky metro. Brooding… get off at my station,
Impatiently, walk as the street urchins extend hands to beg,
For money, for food; wonder should I buy rations
With dismay, saw one was hopping, had only one leg.
Anger welled up against the mafia that maims these kids,
And trains them in art of begging, recognise the victims.
The so called slum dogs, with resignation and grit
Grow into petty thieves or whores, at the mercy of pimps.
The dance of Democracy reaches a crescendo.
Candidates come with promises and folded hands.
Smouldering eyes, one asked with bravado,
How come in the name of growth we see a helipad?
Young nation, been six decades, since independent,
Learnt, after Kosi floods, kids sold for pennies by parents.
Common man’s plight worse than that of pigs and insects.
Live on hope and prayers, a great leader will finally resurrect…
The scent of Democracy is rather pungent you see! It is basic illiteracy, and indifference to our fellow men, - Here in this capital city of Delhi! A nice poem Mamta ji! 10! - from Raj Nandy
very clever write..strong and striking.. expressed great concern for democracy.. freedom of the country under new leaders.... a very great piece to share with us... 10++++ lovelots, maia
Let quote Gilbert Keith Chesterton - here 'You can never have a revolution in order to establish a democracy. You must have a democracy in order to have a revolution.' Dear Poet, you have a kind heart that is horrified To see those Hypocrisy growing in the shade of democracy How many of us are able to take this to stage? How much concern do we have for this system. There is no sign of evolution of revolution! ! Well said in this poem. This is the poem, now part of 'Posy and Poesy' It has taken its crown position... A publication of Guntur National Poetry Festival (July 2nd 2009) . I do hiss that i missed to render it at the Meet. Thank you for this Scent...dear poet, Lets pray... this scent reaches to those noses Who have to act upon with actions.
Compact and great composition! Very impressive pictograph! A short story bloomed here! Fine wording indedd! The taste of democracy in the subcontinent is bitter! Yor observations to the point. 1000+
Mamtaji, I was with you on your journey as I read each word, each line, each stanza, all the time questions rose, why no hope, bad luck, born to be like this ran through my mind. Then the question came who chose me to be so lucky, why have I led a life of opportunity? Mamta your poem moved me, like you I notice what you protray in this oh so well written poem, I help when I see a need, but I am afraid the needs are far to many. I also pray that a great leader will arrive to motivate a passion in all of us to help, share, give love, education and direction to all those who have no hope. In the meantime like you I will write poems like you, in the hope a few will listen. You have a warm heart, i am glad you notice things. Love Bob
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
mamtaji, one and only thing common to democracy and politics is corruption......... so much aungst and anxiety........