two years of poetry

the muslim chewed quickly on his beef

worrying the doorbell might bring him grief
street children, they starved once again
as their money was spent on a bullet train
ex-servicemen pondered another hunger strike
over long fake vows over a pension hike
porn blinked out from internet browsers
and khadi chaddis grew fast into trousers
doctored videos became the rage
and history textbooks tweaked many a page
the ‘terrorist’ Afzal Guru was called a martyr
when there were found some MPs to barter
students were beaten up in open court
while the saffron flag fluttered in happy sport
the cost of pulses stayed above the roof
and the horse, Shaktiman, lost more than a hoof
of black money there wasn’t seen a single buck

the Swiss ATMs, perhaps they all were stuck?
farmers continued to struggle for hope
and often found it at the end of a rope
the Pakis were allowed inside our airbase
they looked here, there and showed us our place
the cry of “anti-national” came to be heard
for development is a much longer word
but yes all wasn’t grim, one must agree
there was quite a laugh over a degree
and Indians rediscovered pride from shame
on a suit that chanted one single name
and as Adani triumphed over Birla and Tata
none was happier – than Bharat Mata

ram cobain