What a Shame?

This poem is dedicated to an Innocent murdered modeller Jesica Lall, She was shot dead in the gathering of four hundreds in a hotel in Delhi. Seven years proceeding, Indian Court freed her killers because their parents were political and Landlord. They bought judicial system, police and witnesses. The people they worship God everyday but their souls are dead? They stop to reckon killers. What is a shame on Indian Justice? Where are human rights for poors in India? Is the world captured by dishonest souls? They have no meaning for poor’s living. We need such international Court where a poor can beg for Justice. What is a great India? God always having his birth, As a Lord Buddha, As a Lord Krishna, As a Lord Rama, As A Guru Nanak, As a Guru Gobind Singh. 200 thousands Saints, Everyday practice Religion, They exercise experiences of life, A faith and dedications, For human achievements, They worship monkey and elephant Gods, For their standard of living. But most souls are corrupt, Everyday is a new scandal, Parliament introduced new Laws, But Member of Parliament drinks it's juice, Judicial system burns in bribery, Police peels off the skin of innocents, Bureaucracy is sucking blood. Everyone was born racist, They live and die racist, What is a pity India? Where God having his Birth, Or untouchables, for being a human, Agitation is only for justice, Preaching is a way of earning. World is thinking, India is a democratic country What's a shame? Feudal system is still active, And blaming colonialism, After fifty sex years sovereignty, Caste, Religion, language and colour, Dowry system burnt only innocents. World is a Global village, Is it a symptom of a civil nation? Or World politician are also getting corrupt, Who afraid n't to take an action, Who will secure human rights? Is the terrorism n't progressing?