To The Prime Minister

The poem is an expression of unrest and anguish in the minds of the people who wish their boss to be wise and intelligent to the problems of an institution,state or a country

TO THE PRIME MINISTER

 

Thou art not born Dhrutrashtra same,
Not by the eyes, but the mortal game;
Makes thee impotent to behold
And makest thee fool and cold.

Beware thee of thy own hands,
it looks straight but bends;
And bends to suck, thou don’t know,
The sacred blood of shrine, oh!

Thy senators not thou trust
Betray thee they with may and must;
Thou art seduced like the virgin Eve,
As the poisonous nectar in a sieve.

I writ thee thus not to hurt,
But to warn and clean thy vision blurt;
Nabobs never trusted the folk around,
Never they flew but stuck to ground,

Thou hast wings but not the sky,
Not to fly old man not to fly;
Gravest folly thou commit by
Placing thy pride afloat on .why?

The saint peter dogs you pet to save,
Are wolfs with sharpest teeth and brave;
Beware thou of the dagger that ended ,
Mighty Caesar and dug his grave.

Thou hast garlanded a hound nay ye know,
More lunatic than science and law;
Chew would he thine soul and drag thou
in the darkest grave of the raw.

Three things thou art warned to make,
Remove the veil, give wings a shake;
If thou be able to get through this,
Thy land will shine and lads in bliss.

Thou wouldst wrong thy land,
If thou mayest live with this pang;
And spoil thou thy last days,
Burn thou thy ears in the ways.

I pray thee lord to open thy eyes,
Think thou the best and be wise;
Old English I use and allegory to hide,
Trust thy worth spread deep and wide.

Time is not a fool but shows
The height of lunacy and blows,
Such wounds which never soothe, never soothe,
never soothe…………


Mukeshkumar M Raval
Palanpur
GUJARAT[INDIA]
8/8/2009

Author's Note

Dhrutrashtra was a blind king of ancient India popularly known through the great epic the Mahabharata. The blind approach of administrators sometimes invoke the poets to write such poems.