Power From Cave To Grave Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Power From Cave To Grave



Man for ever soaked in power of the strong
Has worshipped what to his wishes won't yield,
Commanding the weak-kneed, committing wrong,
From brave world of barbarian battlefield,
Under pretext of principles to save,
Homage is paid to power from cave to grave.

He that rises to heights of stratosphere,
He that holds on to power— to heart so dear,
Afraid of honest peer, living in fear
Of losing, scared of laws to interfere,
Afraid, the flow of power might interrupt,
He, easy prey, to him doth power corrupt.

In today's scene— power caps in the power-house,
Where the votes weigh, anointing them to rule,
Hallowed who look in chair, powerful milch cows,
Bulls in glass house wielding every power tool,
And ready their pilfered power to disburse,
Sprout cronyism from a tax-unpaid purse.

And each power cap poison-prone a creature,
Each wielding an exaggerated view
Of self, though power‘s like an early dawn's dew,
Each grabs till grave and sinks to low stature,
And crying still like starving babes— ‘give, give',
A hungry maw knows not but to receive.

But we that glibly put power to hell-hands—
Turbid hands of a power-hungry tyrant,
Rare if cavil, they might turn faceless fiends,
And prove unworthy of the trust ere lent,
Nor wonder why a facile face should frown,
Why he glares at others grown to look down.

We that should well know that power pawns pitfalls,
That, unbridled power should as soon vanish,
Pry to push up the same Peters and Palls,
Long as is power, there'll be rulers and ruled,
Long shall there be the shahs and the slavish,
Long shall the facile be frowned at, be fooled.

We know, power rules thru a credulous mind,
And roots out gentle virtues— seldom vice,
Greater the power, greater the grab from hind;
But voters scarce beware, a loaded dice
Decides; diamonds that dazzle always strike—
Beholders no less than holders alike!

Dignifying the meanest of the mean,
Magnifying midgets of smallish mind,
Deigning dignity down to scarce ere seen,
The lowly in exalted chairs are lined,
If power can intoxicate best of hearts,
I shudder what it can to vainest warts.

And laws are laid power to perpetuate,
In statute does lay supine power's last cue,
Brute majorities would not self abate,
Nor stop the slavery of weak-kneed few;
Power per se seldom should corrode like rust,
What does is clout, its sinful child called lust.

Beware; no power concedes without clamour,
It watches if people submit to more,
To know what more unjust wrongs to lever,
It'd last till resisted, pushed from the shore;
Loyalty to power lasts for a long spell,
Power and propriety seldom marry well.

Beware O much-ruled man, the strong may lust
For no power; rooted ‘tis in weak unjust;
If man be power-hungry vainest of toad,
If his mind prone be to pride, power in doubt,
How much more would it be oh with power's clout!
‘A slave in mind loves tyrannical ode'.

Man oft is power-providing ready plug,
A parent raising corruptible child,
Now bribing, gifting, letting pass a drug,
Under a cool nose are grave habits piled;
They indulge until spreads the pestilence,
The child keeps whilst taxing parent's patience.

As is power to too much pampered a prince,
Wine and woman, to bull as is red rag,
As bribes to bureaucrats have been long since,
Avarice to old age, musk to the stag,
Vanity to vain, to greed gratis grant,
To passionate, the lust for power's fragrant.
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An atypical ode set in sestets
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Ode to power | 02.05.11 |

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 13 December 2019

Wine and woman! ! Dine with your heart. 🧚‍♂️ Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Aniruddha Pathak 13 December 2019

Another work of 2011, thanks for visiting dear poet.

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