Never trust the vested interests
Who promise heaven and
deliver a veritable hell
Once in five years
They need your nod
To sit on throne
They tantalize you
With offers galore
You've to use your reason
To trounce their treason
You are real rulers
Real lions
But select those
Who trod on you
And shed tears in vain
Awaken from addiction
To archaic ideas
And helpless groans
"We ,the people of India"
Need to rejuvenate
Our love for life of liberty
And avoid death sans dignity!
***
Some days
Poetry does not stir
Or moves slowly
Like leaves of trees
It hides somewhere
In the depths
Awaiting and awaiting
To give happiness
Like fresh wind
That elates us
Though comes late
***
Poets are travelers
On a railway platform
All ears to
Announcements
For their train
Of thoughts
Lucky if it comes on time
If delayed
They feel happier
To observe others
To offer better
Poetic thoughts
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