Politician’s Honey

Does death reveal,

Or

Oft interred with ashes?

Alas, one of you succumbed today

Another soul left, to your chances.

Had you been upfront,

Putting questions to the administration,

Many would have survived

&

Wouldn’t have questioned your intentions.

When the entire country was crying,

You were busy making money,

Divisive were your words,

You became politicians’ honey.

“No man is an island in itself”,

John Donne once cried.

The bell used to toll for thee

Realise now as one of you has died.

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30^th April 2021

N: B: – Today the famous journalist Rohit Sardana passed away due to heart attack while he was being treated for Covid-19. The news anchors are crying today as one of their own has passed away. But being the fourth pillar of democracy, have they done their duty? You all know that more than I do.

Funeral Pyre

N: B: As of now more than 210,000 people have succumbed to Covid-19 as per government data. But the graveyard speaks entirely a different number. If all of us including the administration would have been careful then perhaps, we wouldn’t be seeing this picture. In this difficult time doctors and other frontline health workers’ as well as many selfless people’s continuous work helping many to survive. And that is the Hope I see. Compassion and kindness making us humane and alive. Let’s continue to be…
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25^th April 2021 1:00am

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Spell

Thousands of words

Buried under your spells-

Trying to escape,

Trying to make meaning.

But the songs couldn’t be sung

&

Symphonies couldn’t be created

Just because

All are caught up in your cacophony.

Pressed under the reeds of the piano,

Tunes are suppressed,

&

Rhythms are bewitched.

Please set them free,

Please spare them!

Let the freedom ring

Let the rhythms have its blues

Let the songs be sung

Let the symphonies be created.

……

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Eyes

If someone doesn’t notice you then he/she is blind. Because you have eyes.

….

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Time

If someone is too busy then he/she is not worth your time. Because time is same for all.

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Patriot

I wish I could be a patriot

Just like Nathuram

Kill all those,

who talk about love and equality

Kill those Mahatmas,

who fast to save people

It would be then easy for me

to

fight for the nation

Protect my nation

from outsiders and insiders,

who love the people across the border.

I wish I could be a patriot

Just like Nathuram

Shoot the bullet on their chest

One for love,

one for equality

and

one for fraternity.

My nation is my first priority

I will kill all the population

If, they will not love my country

Not food, not house, not cloth

But the love for my country supersedes everything.

I might die out of hunger on roadside naked

But I will die peacefully

if there is at least one person

Who truly love my country and that is me.

I wish I could.

…..

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War

Word of war

Loved and understood by few

Indiscriminate killing occurs

Whether its black or Jew.

Death it suffers

So suffers the living

Loved one die here

On the expense of a few thriving.

Who wins in a war?

Who loses it?

Does it matter at all

When the innocent wiped by it.

A soldier dies

So does his family

But here the warmongers

Play politics so happily.

Are we so foolish?

Are we so blind?

Want to end the world

So our fellow mankind.

There is always a conflict

A reason to fight

War begets a war

But Love restores humanity.

Let’s stop this cacophony

This hate speech of war

This is not funny

This is just bloody war.

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Moon

When you stand with me

In that night

I saw the moon

Alone in that vast sky

Covered by clouds

Still bright

Undaunted

Spreading light

Falling on me

Enthralled that I am

Again and again

I stared

I saw

The Moon

In that night

As glorious

As beautiful

As bright

In that moonlit night

…..

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Let’s Kill Mahatma

I am prepared to die, but there is no cause for which I am prepared to kill.

                                                                                                      Mahatma Gandhi

Let’s kill Mahatma

Who,

couldn’t be killed by Britishers

couldn’t be stopped by Ambedkar

Let’s kill him

Why?

Because he is Mahatma for Tagore,

cunning Bania for Ambedkar,

and half-naked fakir for Churchill.

He shouldn’t live.

How dare he preach non-violence,

lead the freedom struggle!

and made the partition peaceful in Bengal,

Who is he

to declare shudra’s to be Harijan,

and preach to us equality!

How can he preach us to be truthful, merciful,

and ask the rich to distribute their wealth!

How dare he, ask us to sacrifice

even at the face of death!

He deserves to die.

So what if Britishers couldn’t even force or kill him!

and the continuous protest through fasting

couldn’t make him die!

We are Indian, we can kill him

We have helped in the killing of

Rani Laxmi Bai and Prithviraj Chouhan.

Because of us, Britishers could rule us,

Muslim invasion could happen.

Then who is this Mahatma to stop us?

Let’s kill him

Let’s kill the idea of Mahatma forever

Because there shouldn’t be truth & mercy

There shouldn’t be peace and resistance

against oppression

There should be only

Jaichand, Ganpat Rao, & Mir Jafar

For that

Let’s kill Mahatma…

……

©Draven Reign