A Smallstory Poem by mohanan viswambharan Nair

In a way, when we analyze,
Every ruler will be a 'Ratnakar', the dacoit.
He had looted travellers coming on his way.
What he had accrued from looting passers-by,
With which, he settled his family well.
Once Narada, the God-Sage came that way.
He was robbed of what he had with him.
Calming himself down, Narada Muni told him.
‘Harken', mahatman, ‘Wilt thou heirs
bear the aftermath of thy sin?
He heard the' God sage' calling him mahatman.
Saddened by his face with a feeling of guilt,
he ran to his house with the pricking query.
'No' was the answer from his heirs.
The question and answer made him a new man,
the great writer of an evergreen 'Epic.'
Now, our rulers are facing this question.
Will your progeny bear this sin of looting us?
I felt better to ask this question to our rulers.
than to be a witness of cold response.
May my question change them to Great men!
Great writers!
Wonderful ……..response!
Rulers' men came forward in social media
and tore me into many pieces and plastered me on a wall.

Mohanan.V. Nair