Tuesday, September 21, 2010

To hell with Tagore . . .

Where the mind is messed with fear & head hangs low
Where knowledge is a farce
Where the world & hearts are broken up
into pieces by craters in ground & minds
Where words craft many layers of lies;
Where tireless treachery stretches its arms towards deception;
Where the conning stream of treason
has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead patriotism
Where the minds are led astray by them into ever-widening distrust & hatred
Into that slavery of corruption, my Father has let my country sleep.

Tagore weeps.

8 comments:

Nature Walker said...

The situation is quite bad... but the darkest hour of the night is just before dawn. I am hopeful... the dawn is near. It is us and people like us who can usher in the light.

Let there be light...

Dyslexicon said...

It's like UFO - Un Founded Optimism ;-)

Swati said...

Where will it lead us, where?

Dyslexicon said...

. . . to Tagore . . .

Dr Kaushiki Dwivedee said...

Is it your creation....I mean the poetry?Quite interesting :)))
If Tagore had a grave he would have started turning badly inside it after reading this.
I had a hearty laugh.

Dyslexicon said...

Kaushiki - I wrote this in response to the Common Wealth Games scam & corruption. It is a present day satirical revision of Tagore's poem "Where the head is held high"

Dr Kaushiki Dwivedee said...

I realized that its a parody of "Where the head is held high"but even to write it so aptly one needs poetric abilities.So do you write poems as well?

Dyslexicon said...

I just write snippets. I'm too scientific to be poetic.