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The story of history

The Story of History  

Beyond those beaten days’ depleted daylight
Beyond the bathos of a pandemic bondage
With  the resurrected  sashay’s charmed night
Down in the dumps   at the pretentious  proscenium
A  shy  orchestration sans bark and bite
Afloat in  the  air  of inarticulate mind games

Intuitive rains,  first ever, like the touch of Midas 
Informed  dense minds  and filled  their dented bowls
Birthing the quartet of Vedas and similar works
There was this epic, longest ever , they say
Bales and bales of tales in miscible moral wraps 
With a natal nugget, on  tall righteous props
The Mahabharata with the Gita, like Mata,  Pita

And its transcendental twin  revered more
For  a daily hosanna..the Ramayana with a deep lore
Banish-evil-battle-cries, confronting  blasted minds
Search lights, self’s  unfoldment  and its kind

Her  children  made but never did dig history
But loved digging up its bedraggled mystery
To find bone dry drains, history’s torn veins
Below multi layered mud and muddled bricks

Twisted  and labored logic on  tensile testaments
Sites that suffered blights thru unknowable nights
To find the four  battens , the debacle, to follow
Someone on the way labeled it  Harappa .

All the while Light ruled, but rigours too brewed
Calling often for a reordering of ways  so crude
Then there were slices of truce..
 The Buddha..Shankara..

Of  collapsed  black holes the horizon  was full
Faded for once their  gravitational  pulls 
Exploding back as eternal stars ..
Kalidasa, Aryabhata…

Alongside kings ruled and kingdoms rolled
‘ Ruler’-coaster-rides  on thrones and thorns followed
Till bandit chieftains erased the all important lines
To the dance of dust from an advancing west
 Battling  to drop anchors on motherly chest.

Bare-faced brigands. Among their odious offspring
Some stood out to shine with a stupendous ring
Either putting up   statecraft’s show pieces
Or  scripting  epitaphs in  eponymous edifices

Till dissipated and deterred they too heard
The trenchant  call of folks  come from far  to trade
That would spell , in time, your damnation
In manacles of measured manipulations.

Against  its prolonged , protracted reticulation
Rose legit  gripes from  gregarious  formations
That would coalesce under the one and only Gandhi
Into  their momentous waking into life and freedom

Split up, as it were, into  two bickering fragments
To play fitfully, for ever, their petulant fiddles
Averse to complement under demagogic detours
Falsely comfy under the convenience of  inheritance


Six decades of self rule on, your children feel conned
Not for failed hopes, but for the disharmony that haunts.

An  one- sport -nation fixated  with a fixing -fame-game
Movie-obsessed , and with  its TV 
Blank beyond trivia and brand names.

Money and food are no problem  for many
But, for too many, they are; vehicles are plenty
But roads aren’t ;  laws are varied and abundant
Some redundant , but every  pervert who counts
Interprets them different and funnily  implements.

Health care wears a five star halo sans humaneness.
It never frees a dying adult or kid from its kinky tubes
Nor permit  the company of kin to them  for one last time
Ignores the terminally and  unmovably sick stuck at home.

Agriculture does well, but farmers don’t ,.. and kill themselves
Petty  retailers  are swell making a killing, selling farm produce.

Stupidity grows muscles to muzzle humanity 
Hunks grow on  vitamins, video games and vanity
 Freed millions  press after pelf and power, plays hell
With the  weak and  the women , their perennial fair game

Profiteering,  covert, overt, and  across the board
The sick, the student, the seeker after any service  
Any  victim or one with a gripe being its victims
That’s by the very cream , no less, all the same
 Media scream with scam and spam all the time
Even the ones,( that’s about all), with their own aims
The combined  do’s of brash bravado and venality 
A  rash on governance   and a blot on name.
Effete ethics  and moribund morals, seniors mumble..

‘Equality before law’  means ’ Advantage to the outlaw’
Freedom for the grabs means  restraints to many
Succour  often hard-to -reach and  reaching-too-late
Louts and lousy offices dot street corners and roads

Governance press after  targets  too disparate 
To cohere or collaborate towards  a  wholesome goal,
Leaving holes for private or pet agendas to infiltrate.

Front-end-folks or  prickly pears?
Menace, malice, avarice,  lies, police…
Unrestrained delight in deliberate discourtesies.
Why -dad-anyway-Why- not- call-him-uncle-attitudes…

What does not tempt is in for contempt,
Being irreverent to the important, and indifferent
To the different,  is the norm and the trend.

Democracy could well slip into demonocracy  
Like when “Two wolves and a goat vote to decide dinner”**
In the absence of the Will to lift it to meritocracy?

PS:  This poem ( 100 lines, 777 words, as it turned about to be ) is about INDIA, my country.
*”Mata, Pita ‘  mean   Mother, Father
** Based on a quote seen somewhere.

S.Jagathsimhan Nair,  26 May 2013,

For Cyndi  MacMillan’s contest.

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  1. Date: 2/1/2014 4:22:00 AM
    Oh our India, country of diversity, you've described the current scenario so well congratulations on the win

  1. Date: 1/31/2014 7:49:00 PM
    Enjoyed the write and congrats on the fine win, S.Nair

  1. Date: 8/5/2013 6:48:00 AM
    An awesome piece which really deserved its great win! CONGRATULATIONS my dear friend, Jag! Thank you so much for sharing as well. And since somebody sent me a message, i'm passing it to you, Happy Friendship Day! Big sweet hugs! love lots, Leonora

  1. Date: 8/4/2013 10:12:00 PM
    Hello Jag, , Congratulations, with your winning poem..... goodnight~ Linda

  1. Date: 8/4/2013 5:27:00 PM
    Jag, it is awesome...SKAT

  1. Date: 7/6/2013 11:01:00 PM
    Congratulations, in Cyndi's "LOVE LETTERS TO THE INDIAN SUBCONTINENT: " always & forever * Linda

  1. Date: 7/6/2013 7:41:00 PM

  1. Date: 7/6/2013 3:14:00 PM
    You brought me there, thank you. Congrad's on your win. Light & Love

  1. Date: 7/5/2013 10:31:00 PM
    Wow Jag, one awesome write. Many congrats for this awesome win.

  1. Date: 7/5/2013 8:48:00 PM
    A poem that made drifted my mind. Very nicely written. These surely deserve the spot. Congratulation on your awesome win, Jag :))

  1. Date: 7/5/2013 1:55:00 PM
    Congratulations on your well deserved win. Connie

  1. Date: 7/5/2013 9:56:00 AM
    great. congrats on your win

  1. Date: 7/5/2013 4:30:00 AM
    one of the best I've read. Congrats on your win. Rick

  1. Date: 7/4/2013 8:41:00 PM
    Jag, I gotta say, that if this had been one of my regular contests, a 1-10 placement contest, this would have garnered the top spot. Blew me away, every line. There is so much soul here. I suspect that though this seems to appear to be days of work, that this all just flowed from you, yes? It feels... seamless. Congrats, my friend. Wish I could give it a placement higher than first. Smiles from Cyndi

  1. Date: 6/11/2013 9:43:00 AM
    I gotta comment on your epic magnum opus, jaggy dear (how you managed to get this to post I don't know) there are so many great lines in this that I can't point them all out, but I love the way you build up a kind of echo effect within your lines through your use of internal rhyme and alliteration, it's something I notice often in your work (and something I do often in my own) I gotta tell you, you frequently have me running for the dictionary too lol this should place very high indeed :)

  1. Date: 6/1/2013 1:01:00 AM
    wow! overflowing your wittiness to look back the history! love this!---ELAI

  1. Date: 5/29/2013 5:13:00 PM
    I'll definitely come back to read this patriotic piece. AO