Democracy

DEMOCRACY You know what! The kite of democracy has Soared a bit too high In the vermilion sky That eventually has acquired Hue of unripe opium After change of yonder years, It has fallen in array Of those high flying birds Whose cradles Happen to be swayed In petite hands And horoscope contained Fortune in plenty, The land creepers and fireflies Of unimpressive bushes Do get frequent opportunities To choose a few of them Kings, queens and Pawns And having bouquet of gratitude In their bosoms To go to felicitate them In groups as per- The color of their skin And creed of progeny Their women bore in wombs, In the mean time They also perchance To negotiate for Approach roads in colonies And public places to be free From encroach and rapists In the name of development, Feeble notes of longing Belonging to dead souls Starved in gardens and fields And those hanged themselves Under the duress of dubious Life style Find no living concern In popular mandate, my love!