It Rains In Delhi 07 Poem by Unnikrishnan Sivasankara Menon

Finally! Finally! Finally!
The bearded government
kneels before the might
of common man
Whose livelihoods,
Nay, lives itself,
It tried to snatch.

After a year-long struggle
Sit-ins on the highways
Poor farmers with
Women in veils
And little children all,
Braving evil winter cold
And abject pollution
that gnawed at their entrails,
Daring hot dry summer sun
And haughty dust storms,
Staring in the eyes of
Negative fiery vitriol,
Sparing the comfort
Of a safe roof over their heads
Far from the loving dear ones,
Daring the tear gas shells,
The lathis and guns,
And all the bearded agencies
Snooping on them all
Imposing baseless false charges
Including sedition et al,

Finally! Finally! Finally!
The farmers heave a sigh
Of relief, as they win.
The bearded grey arrogance
Agrees to repeal the laws draconian.