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On Watching my Polity

On watching Indian Polity

Such was my country twenty-one Summers ago

In a starry night I ,with my wife Prema young

Walked along the road of midnight Mysore slow

As snow veil clad chilling breeze rippled along.

No ****** , drunkard, rowdy, as hyenas did draw

No clique with camera to strip or **** did throng

An auto -driver so friendly took us to a lodge; so

Gladly with son Sudev we enjoyed Dassara song .

Now, in every city , I fancy , Sahasralinga’s attacks

From Bars with bars such barbarians may pounce

As executive dread such law-breakers to punish.

Political aspirants languid sit in and pronounce

In Parliament to protect the culprits from barracks

Deceiving democrats and putting them in anguish.

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Note: Prema: name of wife; Sudev: name of baby(son). Sahasralinga: nickname of Indra /Devendra.(King of Devas who live in luxury. Parliament: the legislative building. Mysore: the city in Karnataka,India former capital of Mysore kings. Dassara:a state festival in Karnataka,

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