Sourabh Singh Poet Prose Poetry

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!

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