Like a street dog
Corruption runs miles and miles
to ensure it’s bread
with meat, chicken & fish
for drinking only milk,
If it will get a chance
It becomes a monster
which may eat you,
Your hand, leg, lungs, lever,
even your heart and soul.
Your family, society & country;
Your stature, name, fame everything
Digesting all your goal.
Standing on the top of mountain of money
It paints darkness
on the carcass of sky in day.
It enhances darkness of night
erasing all the crystal rays of moon
bringing water from drain of hell.
It tries to dig trance for light
on the lap of deep darkness
without giving any alarm
without ringing any bell.
It waits after preparing cemetery for them
Those, who are standing in queues
in front of his door,
keeping a thought to be rich making others poor.
Sometimes corruption stretches its wing
and becomes bullet of gun,
Enters into the chest of soldiers; just like rain,
Burns our soul, creating unbearable pain.
It enjoys life,
witnessing “Holi” with blood,
Celebrating “Diwali” with light of explosion,
Greeting Christmas, offering a bottle of poison,
And welcoming Id with a pot of tear of human.
Playing hide & sick with time,
It snores; sleeping on the bed of tears,
And paints glimpse of war & terrorism
staying in the house of death
having no windows and no door.
Cemetery cries enchanting the voice
fixing the warmth soul of every martyr
with a tight hug under the chest,
Collecting every tears of motherland
within the soul, wishing our best.
• ‘Holi’ is the festival of color & ‘Diwali’ is festival of light, celebrated in India.
Copyright © Manmath Dalei | Year Posted 2016