The Wounded Indian Democracy Poem by RATIKANTA SAMAL

Appearance of a new identity
Demolition of ideal democracy;
In new thoughts and new figure
To act in democratic dictatorship;
Pressed beneath the nasty politicians
Breathlessness and wounded figure;
Torn feathers of bloody democracy
Move here and there till they are over.
Surrender because of helplessness
Affected by undiscovered blindness;
Unable to catch hold the golden days
But right-minded are today 's faces.
Sacrifices of patriots and fighters
Auctioned in an open crowded road;
Everything is at the hands of cruelty
Forgot the nation's rudimentary code;
Cry of wounded Indian democracy
Her sovereignty moves in danger;
Misusing political power they earn
Blind disciples devastate in anger.
28-01-2022