India (A Strange Country) Poem by Prabir Gayen

India
(A Strange Country)

Some run country creating problems,
Some run country solving problems,
India on the verge of explosion,
Cultural and spiritual front,
Political and economical forum,
Without caste and creed detection,
The Sun is rising and murky waters are receding,
Like patches of Shadows darkness are reigning like dry ditches,
Faces of ignorance with vulgar intent spreading lies,
Like blood sucking gnat,
Hell and heaven side by side
With unuttered noise heaven
Overtops the viking,
India is overflowed with ornery
bellwethers,
Munching every moment within comfort to discomfort the confluence,
Sheer volume of hollow palaver
and Undiluted alienation,
Headless equestrian to lead the pathless multitude,
The land of seeker is now a land of Taradiddle.
Truth is still sheeny and Joy is deep,
Like ostrich with slow sequestered steps lingers to ostracise the necromantic bluffer,
Nefarious leaders will find the womb of unreal groove of alogical orb from utopian alignment,
Truth will herald it's devoted tribune to darkle the unjust and fulsome Cacodemon of political bigotry,
India is now through amalgamation of pointed sins,
to shine like a big Star through
Perforation of staved Clouds,
Without the Joy of innocence
The citadel of flamboyant trance
will ooze without witness,
False will go and truth will remain
Like drug to infatuated mortals.
A deep oceanic heart throbbing through micro to macro what India needs today to embrace
all and sundry to herald humanity,
to the fullest potential,
'The one world Family '-
the fragrance the India air breaths and what all Indian need to live in peace.
@prabir Gayen - 3: 14 PM.
31 December,2019.
(Last poem of the Year)

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