Slumdog Riches Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Slumdogs are a glorified lot.
But by whom?
By heart! No one,
But as a part of dirty game,
Millions, millions and millions.
As a solid beguiling vote bank,
For power hungry leaders,
Easy pray to wolf skinned reformers,
Juicy jaunts to money laundering NGOs,
Saucy masseurs,
To inadequately clad social blondes,
Dearest subject to secular, lover of art,
And puppet to the theatre of absurd.
And YOU- poor, sick old ere time,
Disheveled, dirty, abused,
Body ransacked and face with furrows deep,
Decayed to enrich, corrupt comrades.
Begging, robbing, looting,
Hoodwinking and crime,
As loved haunts,
Living in galleries of darkness,
Crying always for bies free.
Past, present and future,
All shroud in crying shadows.
With bleeding consciousness,
Children of lesser gods,
Themselves worship false gods.
Rest is devastating,
Nationals with corrupted nationality,
Applauds you,
Jai Ho, Jai Ho, Jai Ho Slumdog.


FROM:
DR. Yogesh SHARMA