Nasarudheen.P. Parameswaran

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Again Juda


Developing without development at the base is base
As growth of body with mental retardation, our case
Indian policy clamour Gandhism sans vision at all
Dissolved though Mahatma’s cells, sound are his ideas
By simulation and dissimulation leaders lead us astray
From socialism route by democracy; their words a mirage.
The woods are dark on Indian soil of ignorant frogs
As Darwinism plants the modern seeds in rulers’ brain
The rich becomes richer on the dead leaves of the poor
Pythons creep on the barren land seeking eggs unfertilized
We test Genetic Modifications on seeds, plants ‘nd men
Let us import patented sperm, by global tender ovum!
In Globalization Cain kills Abel; brothers sell Yusuf
Everyday supper reminds us of Juda and his thirty coins
For vote, in Parliament, MPs cross-floor for a sum.
No plan for future under aspirants of the PM post
Worst confounded dealers fix the deal with leaders
The priests and the traders whom Jesus chased
Still laugh in success, in exploiting the worshipers.

Submitted: Friday, August 30, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 30, 2013

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MP; Member of Parliament. PM: Prime Minister.

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