Lok Pal bill
Right or wrong
India in rage
Anna fasts
Flash back
Each one was the victim
To avoid delays,
To get the work done on time
It was important to pay a bribe
Nothing was odd, not a sin
Everyone tumbled
It was the way of life
If you didn’t
You were lagged behind
Window to window
You scraped your feet
With little green money
You could slide with ease
Cut long queues
At government offices
Glide through pyramid of files
Or else, you sat
Digging your nose
Bound by string
On all sides
No justice unfurled
Long years wait
Child become man
Dementia set in
Revolution
Will things change?
Can the legal system be tamed?
We wait and watch
As Anna loses weight
Lok Pal bill gathers dust
While crowd agitates
Children join too
Unaware
They learn new word
Corruption
Restless is the nation
Media offers guides
To be or not to be
Anna’s compliance
Sound is a beautiful illusion
If made of rhythm and words
But if it turns into chaos of discussions
It just another unbearable noise
I write when my muse play tricks on me hiding behind the tunes of adversity. A simple thing such as smile or touch, anger or quote, music or hum,it sets my world rolling into a ball of perfumed poetry
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