Winter rains lash Delhi
In Lakhimpur, the national crime capital
A goonda minister and his criminal son
Mow down eight farmers
Who were protesting peacefully.
And the government that serves only
The super rich, hides behind a gray beard
And the devil licks its lips
under a tonsured head.
But the judiciary is still alive and agile
Asks the murderer be caught, the police to act;
But the seat of his father the goonda
in the bearded cabinet is still intact.
The Supreme Court has ordered the police
To conduct proper enquiry under its supervision
The grey beard sweats
So does the tonsured scalp.
Their venomous sweat showers over Delhi
And pollutes the city beyond repair.
It's raining much but the earth is thirsty yet to be quenched
So touching I equally share your plight here in Nigeria it rains daily here as well.
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Yes, Mahtabji, the rains in Delhi continues toxic.