The Breeding Boon

No politician ever pointed his finger at

Uncontrolled breeding of humans in our land,

Half fed souls where bred like jaunty rats

Stressing meager resource, that our country had;

Skin on bones they are and scantily clad-

A leader knows these men will come to them,

His leftovers is all these men have ever had

For ages these half nourished bodies were his game

More heads brought more grants, a vote in every name.

(A Spenserian stanza)

A CASE OF RAJA & RANI

All pervading gloom I daily see

The snail’s pace of Democracy

At last the King is in custody

After hue and cry      

With years of coffer-looting spree

And he wasn’t shy.

The Rani later followed suit

With an MP’s tag to boot,

Ill gotten money, black as soot

She obtained,

From companies that vendored fruit,

Which, she never ate.    

After the cry for justice surged

One ninety days in jail she served

But Delhi’s strings are attached

Deep in south,

No commoner to her stature matched

So she walked out.

                                      

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(A Burns Stanza on 2G scam)

Hold me not

                                                      

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Hold me not as the moment has stealthily come

From the fateful abbeys of dark holes,

To ruthless time let’s seek the balm-

Hold me not.

Let the cord that tie our fateful souls

Silently part, without humdrum,

Let secret tears flow far from consoles.

 O’ bees, what monotonous laments you hum

 Cronies- Stop the heart- wrenching carol!

 I need no parting tears, let my strings charm,

 Hold me not.

 (A Roundel)

 ( Published by The Journal of The Poetry Society, India, 2011)