some use hangman to silence
some use lie dipped pen to manipulate
its true power is poison
and it gets hold of insane
or turns sane into insane
in a jiffy, in a single embrace
at the end the silly masses
bite their lips and ponder
is it the pen that’s lynching
or is it the hangman thats bludgeoning
the truth
poor wretched truth!
There is a famour proverb in Bengali, anyone who goes to Lanka (not srilanka, Lanka was the kingdom of demon king Ravana in ramayana, the hindu epic) becomes Ravana- our Indian politicians keep proving this so religiously.
I wonder when india will become a real republic. Hey! the young boys and girls of villages, you, who are educated, try to spread the light of education for your own beterment. as long as vote can be conned, tricked, arm twisted there is no future for us.
Nice!
how quickly power corrupts, and if you hear a corrupt journalist screaming against it you just wonder…
Hi Sharmishta
Another powerful poem. It is so difficult to feel that even with the vote ordinary people have the power to change anything much. Political parties can seem to have it all sown up, can’t they, but in the end we have to believe that there is accountability. Democracy at least gives a choice, it does give us a voice.
yes democracy is better than most of the other systems for sure, but its not good enough if the corruption level is too high in voting process.
A v.interesting post, my friend.
thanks marilyn.
great one sharmishtha!
thanks soumyav.
The pen not only poison the future but has been used to distort the past…a powerful post my friend.
i agree. i first learned it during my graduation studies and have not forgotten that bitter lesson that pen writes for winners.
I always thought Lanka was Sri Lanka!it is not?!i won’t comment on the power,politics stuff..makes me angry!
well the resemblance is stoo strong, is not it? but we shall not call the original children of india or srilanka rakshasas like aryans did
Power (over others) always corrupts – even the desire for it does. That seems to me to be the fatal flaw in politics. And it seems universal.
Like many of your recent poems, this has a strong, clear voice.
i feel the same way too.
Well said, Trisha
thanks a lot celestine.