Democracy Poem by Praveen Kumar In Shobha Priya

Democracy, the mother of all frauds,
Politics, the gateway of deceptions;
Who knows not these realities here?
All accept what it is for all its worth,
But for those who gate-crashed there
To loot around, left, right and middle.

Divide and rule, reigns at its peak,
Factions and mobs, its blood-stream,
Hatred and fights, no trust in groups;
How discords unveil unity in a state?
Can ever clan-heads bring welfare state?
A state of loots pervades such a land.

Nation is the field to play their tricks,
People are the hands to reap their fruits,
And follies do help to hide their sins;
Defrauders suck the blood of the people,
Rowdies browbeat decency of the land
By playing chieftains of mindless mobs.

Rich land is the stage to act their play,
Hollow claims they deliver as free act;
No feel within, no concerns for land,
No urge within to take the land to height;
They gauze laymen, exploit innocence,
For wealth or seat or broods' sake.

None is different in the exploiting game,
It is big fish eating the smaller one;
No mercy in crushing any challenger,
No decency in fouling what's right or good,
Like a wolf that pounces on a prey at sight,
Animal instinct, its absolute blood-thirst.

No this or that, or he or she, in it,
All are wolves in human jackets;
Some deliver, by lateral accidents
Unless like the moon among all stars,
They are breeds for true human good,
Who survive not in raging selfish fights.

Wolves are wolves, Indian or foreign,
British did no worse than native wolves;
Wolves on field drum nationhood
To keep laymen around themselves,
Call saviors of land, to protect their lair,
Alas, unenlightened ones trust their tricks.

Democratic politics is enlightened rule
For enlightened ones who think and judge,
Who commit to rightness for good of all
Like honey in milk, adding to each;
We had it before; we will have it in future,
If wait in patience for an enlightened age.