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few months now
they who grow our food
have refused to yield
to the so called mood

from across the land
their brothers gather
wanting to be heard
the ground beneath quaking
as it does
when the righteous start walking

yet those surveys continue
showing an upbeat mood
of a nation
where all is well
evidenced by graphs so skewed

maybe i inhabit a parallel nation
where people starve
walking many a mile
where jobs have run dry
where the ones wearing a robe
determine new standards of grope
where comics get gaol
for jokes yet not told
where promises lie unkept
newer dreams get sold
where souls lie crushed
by a name on a sole

with a sleight of hand
these surveys say
that its plain as day
despite the hunger
the tears and despair
people still believe in
the one growing his hair

in their drunken stupor
they say
isn’t he the great soul
the reformer, the poet
all rolled in one
see that beard he grows
another master stroke
another election

hungry welled up tears seem
puny in front of mighty rivers
of hatred
the voices of reason
drowned by drum beats
of exclusion

yet we must find our way
be the light
forge a day
pick up our pens
look them in the eye
bring out the brushes
paint a bluer sky
prevail we must
with resolute hearts march on
redemption awaits
that forgotten tryst with destiny awaits



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Maruti Naik

Maruti Naik

I write to remember. I write to remain honest. I write to leave a bread crumb trail for my daughter. I write to relax. Trying to impress my better half, I write