The Murky Pond Of Politics- I Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Things that aught be show-cased we tend to hide,
‘Pon a tallest pedestal we oft place
Things that stink— even our much-bloated pride,
No wonder things cry for an open space.

Yet, a poor man no such dilemma has,
A show-case he has, nor any a case,
Pedestal nor carpet; may God him bless,
But he's to have a broom if right I guess.

Brooms boast of varied use, many a face,
Rich or poor, king, commons, they all them need,
Ahead or hind, in end it wins the race,
For ages this has never changed indeed;
And one last thing that we still have in hand—
Hope, things at last are on a turning bend.
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The poem obviously alludes to the forthcoming elections and dirty one-upmanship. (Hand, lotus, broom are party symbols) . All existing players proving no good, people placed their bets on a new front, which too (as the later events showed)proved no good. And the loud-mouth lotus won on the platform of hope. True, in politics nothing sticks. They are all non-stick! But this twain of a sonnet seems to have warned in vain.
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Sonnets, happenings | 04.12.13 |