On the Leader-Speak: A poem

 

This poem on a contemporary leader might interest the readers of this blog.

On the Leader-Speak

 

He has painted his own face black

with his own hands

to shine in the firmament in brightest colours

He mistook his own face for that of another

to outshine him forever

 

Would history that relentless judge assign him

to the murkiest corner of the firmament

where the darkest luminaries form a cluster

 

Turning the pages of history

if he could in his afterlife

would he become remorseful

about the torrents he let loose day after day

or feel at home among the ensemble

of Margdarshaks who mentored him

to unbridle his tongue 

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