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English Poetry |
Standing under the hot Sun,
he shouted slogans.
Displayed his sunken belly
and spilled tears.
Wiped and whipped his sweat
and swore on his blood.
That’ s all sometime ago
When he was in reds!
Now he turned to all-whites
His khaddar full hands shirt
struggles to hide his pot-belly…
He doesn’t remember
when he last did sweat
His air-conditioners are working well.
Now he doesn’t shout
doesn’t swear…
But sometimes sobbing in deep sleep…
mumbles his old slogans.
Beautiful meaningful poem
Liked immensely
Indeed what we see today is a bloody whitewash over all sort of corruption filth,sin & wrong doings….
Time for a robust forceful fearless peoples uprising
Dear Visvnandji and Singh ji,
Many thanks for your nice comments. This is about those socialists who start as poor, fighting crusaders and when become rich (by any means) and gain some political power, become silent. Then their voices won’t raise, they don’t fight for the poor or for good causes since they have a vested interest in everything that is going illegal. But sometimes their consciousness irks them. That is what I tried to say in this poem that they sob in sleep and mumble those old slogans.
Regards,
anuradha
in red and white valon ki baat hi kuchh aur hai,
Nice one.
Good subtle comment on India’s political scenario, I presume.
Kusum
Well worded.