The Common Man’s Party Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The Common Man’s Party
A party for the common man, by the common man and for the common man,
The ideal will vanish away soon
Giving way to friction, fissure and fusion,
Creating ruptures

As the common man comes to not to do politics,
Nasty and mean,
They are the common
Who like to live commonly
Rather than their high profile.

They are the rustics of Thomas Hardy,
The villagerly forefathers and ancestors,
Shakespearean people of the Forest of Arden,
The unknown citizens of Auden, disturb them not.

Politicize them not,
O, you politicking fellows,
The modern hollow men of T.S.Eliot,
The headpiece filled with straw!

If you have to do politics, do you,
But drag not the common people
As for your politics,
For to come into power.

As the common men stake not a claim for power,
A share holding,
As they the common people
Holding a very low profile.

The Common Man's Party
Working under the banner of
With the common agenda and programme of it,
How common will it remain, let us watch the activity, wait and watch?