Power in people's hands, so?
Election in a dream I saw
As timely election laws, bow
Before the powerful, low.
The leaders lead us to dealers;
Cut our power; impose feelers
Put us behind bars; open the bars
For drunken shadows be stars.
They provide us a sumptuous reception
To divide us by sciolist deception
Tossing us in philosophical conception
And keep us under political subjection
My sole solace: the Sun and the Moon
Free of power- cut and vexing taxes;
Voluntary revolution of planets
Unbridled by the greedy are ready
Where do we stand in this political drama? we are the spectators not the participants, because we, the educated, middle class, well to do and comfortable people of India..are the traitors! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Stars! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.