Politics of My Country

Politics of My country

Nooks and corner, crossings and streets

Political Poems

Village and city, district and state !

People in distress! People in distress.

For poor who are entitled to simple food

That too gone away from their reach.

For politics that rules the nation

Has turned a refuge of crime

Crime that once was hated

Is status symbol of the power.

Power to quell truth and honesty

To gain money and dispose in Swiss banks

To wear garlands of crore,

To make your Own statue and bid people to worship

And not To say a word to oppose

Even Though they are dying without bread.

Bread that is dream of poor

Snatched away as in foreign rule

Oh! democracy you have no goodness.

Some selfish bunch of people

To befool nation make a group

Make promises but never fulfills

Make fights on caste, culture and creed

For temple, jihad or region.

Politics that think to rule generations

! Hark! O hark a day will come

When thy existence would be burned

That would be a true democracy.