Here are two poems on the state of the nation.
Bharat Ratna as Consolation Prize
aspiring for an Everest-like pinnacle
he stood at the base
from where he espied the peak
The climb seemed impossible
so steep so slippery
yet he was determined to go up
at any cost
by any means
by daring his opponents
by shedding blood
by razing a structure
by insidious stratagems
Just one step more…
but he was bettered
by a rival!
by fate!
a fatal miscalculation
that misfired
and he fell flat on his face
spread-eagled
never to rise again
another nurtured by him
appropriating his Herculean labours
like a fly from milk
silenced
wrapped in oblivion
they unwrapped him
As they dished out a bunch of Bharat Ratnas
one was tossed into his lap
as consolation prize
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Raining Guarantees
During the last seventy years
they did nothing worthwhile
at best they were measly miserly
Today we are showering guarantees on all
on th hungry
on the homeless
on the old
on the sick
on woman
on farmers
on one and all
Further we have opened safe havens
for those chased by sarkari bloodhounds and handcuffers
they have just to walk in with their baggage
And above all
We are dishing out Bharat Ratnas
for those who feel their leaders have been left out
Now Ratnas are theirs for the asking
at a price though
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