DREAM INDIA: Poetry that makes a Difference

DREAM INDIA: Poetry that makes a Difference

DREAM INDIA: Poetry that makes a Difference

I am a bureaucrat 

Divide and rule
The Corrupt’s biggest tool
Remember the crooked monkey
Whom two cats asked to divide a roti
Bit by bit the smart ape ate every bite
balancing  heavy plate with the light
Facetious cats were left with naught
The Semian benefitted while cats fought
I am a common man 

I had to give a lecture on corruption

I was late in reaching my destination

Traffic signals further caused obstruction

I had to jump the red light out of compulsion

How could I reach late for the function?

Traffic  police did not listen to my reason or compunction

He perhaps wanted his small little compensation

I shoved a Rs 100 note to stop him to question

And I ran to give a lecture on corruption!

I am a politician 

If You are hungry I will bring God

If You are angry I will bring a sword

If You want to speak against a  scandal

I will send my guys to handle

I know how to make a thief run

and when to wake up the watchman

I am a seasoned politician

I have the power, I have the nation!!

I am the media 

I am the opinion leader
I am attached to a feeder
I am supposed to speak my mind
But after being prompted from behind
I am so good at doing full coverage
For whatever you mean by that phrase
I have to be obedient to the powers that be
My opinion is censored though my country is free…
I am the internet

Social media
Creates utopia
Virushka’s wedding or Sridevi funeral
Reduced me and my folk to a lesser mortal
I was on the verge of dementia 
Dream India 

When noise transforms in a voice

And pandemonium gives way to poise
Where money doesn’t make the mare go
Where ethics prevail over self and ego
Where religion doesn’t work as opiate
Where power doesn’t corrupt and vitiate 
Where common man defines the constitution
Where transparency defines every institution.  
Where there is no dystopia. 
I dream of such an India!!

Ritu Garg
Ritu Garg

Ritu Garg likes to call herself a wordsmith. She collects words like a philatelist would collect stamps or a numismatic would collect coins. Words give her power, she shares a relationship with them. Words make herthoughts tactile, tangible and transferrable.


Rajat Soni
Rajat Soni Posted on3:23 am - Mar 30, 2018

Such an eclectic mix of thoughts and values. The dream of a corruption free India has been so beautifully expressed.

    Ritu Piyush Garg Posted on3:32 am - Mar 30, 2018

    Thank you Rajat ji.
    Means a lot.

    Let’s create a “ war of words against corruption…”
    Words and sword have the sane alphabet Just the soul is different.

Nitusmita Saikia
Nitusmita Saikia Posted on10:48 am - Mar 31, 2018

Wow, great lines. To the point….sharp. loved the poem really

    Ritu Piyush Garg Posted on12:10 am - Apr 2, 2018

    Thanks Nitusmita —
    Truly. Sometimes less is more.
    Even with words

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