A Poem On A Cancerous Shame... Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

We should be and we are proud of Her.
She may be and She is proud of us!

Those who are genteel mince their words;
Gnash inside but never flash the diabolical teeth.

Many of us crawl like ten-legged crabs
And vainly grip ' The morning Suns '.

Many of us love to clip the soaring wings
As cawing crows are jealous of Skylarks`aplomb.

So many of us love to hit with cunning whips
And the targets suffer all the vindictive swipes.

We hurt the sentiment of our first Nobel Laureate;
Xenophobic mouths hit out to the 'maiden glory'.

Many such aspects provoke the fast 'brain-drain'-
Ingenious work of native genius attains foreign acclamation.

Our home turf adds a feather to a ready crown!
Rather vile words are ready to rip through the pink hearts.