A Face Yet To Be Painted Bright... Poem by M D Dinesh Nair

The face of an old but still young man with a white beard
At times flashes across my mind.
But I know not the face much now
Though a face it is.

His eyes are bright and ears are covered most often,
He sees not much but just hears alone,
But now I remember this face!
A Face of all sorts.

7.1 million Faces look up to him now and then
Their tears dry up in the heat of the unkind sun.
Their sighs go unheard as ever before
In the midst of cries.

He and his men are bound on reformations hitherto unheard
‘Making of a future nation it is', they speak out.
Spiraling prices and surging woes
Never deter them a bit.

The ghosts of the past rulers of the great laugh aloud
Down from the depths not much deep in fact
And they cry for better verdict upon
Their errors unforgotten.

The Ambanis and their breed look upon and foresee
A nation in the making emerging out.
The still faces of 12.9 ‘monkeys'
Should not remain reverted upwards.
Towards the Empires till now.

A nation in the making sheds tears inconsolably,
A media man shoots her dark and pale face,
An orator gets applauded and next
An eerie silence sets in.

Though the saber of rage rusts in the sheath of remorse,
Though the wet pen of the bard dries for now,
The face has to look friendly now or later
For a lost game is no more a sweet memory
And I would like to lost in my cocoon till then.

May that face be drawn bright soon!