For decades
That I read
Developing country
India is
Developing, yeah developing
Developing meretricious
Developing in widening
The border of poverty
Developing in making
Rich richer, poor more poorer
Developing in trenching
A ditch of pain and sorrow
Developing in plunging
More tremulous people
In the sea of corruption
Developing in kissing
Death kissing hunger men
Developing in killing
Killing people who question their fate
Developing in divisioning
Divisioning people on the caste curves
Developing in decorating
Decorating people
With a shawl of unemployment
With a necklace of hungerdeath
With a ring of childlabour
With a bracelet of illiteracy
With a chain made of insecurity jewels.
Whom to blame for this development?
Our so called leaders?
Oh! They are busy with making money
The black money, to be precise
Development we lament for
Till last breath we fight far
Untill we reach par
Never stop this war.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
poetry skills at peaks