Politics Poem by Indira Renganathan
Politics
Their hobby is politics
Like
The kind of a mother-in-law
Emblemed by a pedestal-sickle
Or a burning stove
And a father-in-law
Emblemed by holding a crushed rosebud..
Their norms and ideals are green
Like
The kind of the flavouring, favouring mint field
Or the kind of a paddy field
Greenish, fleeceable, reaped seasonally seasoned
And politics is creased black and white
Like a crushed news-paper
And all the good 'in-laws sparsely noted
and all god 'in laws'....a punch of a poem...in your unique classic style
powerful in simplicity! keep writing! Dear, friend. Could you read and comment on my poems, such as Terrace of Violence, Hymn to Sun, Hymn to Star, Children Song, The Bridge, Visibly, Mumbai Mourning, A Blissful Wish, Beethoven's Heaven, Cascades of Caprices, Fountain of Fearless Fiance, Valley of Heart, True Sacrifice, Bouquet, Art of Giving, etc., please? Thank you very much.
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4/24/2024 12:40:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A pragmatic write dear madam! You have brilliantly sketched the psyche of politics! I liked the way you have contemplated the concept with wonderful use of simile..politics is creased black and white like a crushed news-paper (10)