Nasarudheen.P. Parameswaran

(8.8.1952 / Manakad)

Bharatmata Groans


Phailin of corruption
Brings rain of lies to hide files of truth
And crush simple innocence; then,
Wipe out democracy: a system of political faith.
When “the life became nasty, brutish and short”
The state emerged and developed through realms:
Autocratic, democratic again in to turbulent state.
The virtues and the vices fight for empowerment
Vijayadasami drips tears of Kunti and Gandhari.
Before Personalities Divine-
Bharatmata groans for liberation.

Submitted: Sunday, October 13, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 25, 2013

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  • Dinesh Nair (10/15/2013 6:04:00 AM)

    That liberation of Mother India is far away. Neither Modi nor Rahul can assure it. We may just save HER from usual Phailins till that day of dawn. A good write sir. (Report) Reply

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