Politician’s Honey

Does death reveal,


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.


© Draven Reign

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30th 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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©Draven Reign

25th April 2021 1:00am


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.
©Draven Reign


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
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
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.
©Draven Reign
Picture Credit:- Medium


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.
©Draven Reign
Picture Credit:-Telegraph India


When you stand with me
In that night
I saw the moon
Alone in that vast sky
Covered by clouds
Still bright
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
©Draven Reign

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

couldn’t be killed by Britishers
couldn’t be stopped by Ambedkar
Let’s kill him
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