A Kingdom Derails Poem by Sanjay Mehta

A class of people were allowed
To themselves, posh they were
Those, who lived for centuries, were debarred,
An decree imposed on them
But they were not a class apart
From those who could still stroll on The Mall
There physiology was not even a carbon copy
Original to the core it was, and is
From their very sial naked ruggedness flowed
Their very acts were boorish on their part
Elements of Satan were working hard
Dogs also suffered their wrath
Dogs and Indians occupied the same position on their graph
But there was another class
Freelancers they were and are now
Now even dogs have a place to walk
Dogs and Indians and freelancers
Have the same right in Democracy
But where are the so called posh animals
Some are to be found
As if they have been reared to walk
Why is it that we can live in the company of dogs and monkeys
And they only with monkeys
Not progressive but orthodox race it was
As their ancestors they could forget not
An optimistic approach they could develop not
And see the results
So parochial their kingdom has become
Lost the love, Kingdom respect and wealth.
And look where we are
United we stand
Against all odds
Regional superpower we are
Pragmatic we are with ulterior ends
The ends which will never end
But have ended for them.