"And many of 'that' lures..."A Poem by Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"That bell rings, And he opens that door, And that newspaper flips… And many of “that” lures…
That mansion of money… Of that dirty game, he won! In that crowd of news! He walks- that alone…
He read his “name” In that bold! That leader, he must be! And that nation to hold!
He seldom walks on that road! Where that hamlet has a leaking roof! And seldom touch that kid- Without that bloody caste-proof!
That millions of money, Of those sweats of deprived, in that wallet! And those filthy hands, that store, Can buy no contentment, I bet!
Still, he claims that! He must be that leader of the poor! That he never knew- That the poor have a “wooden door”!
Under that skin of ‘fairness’, Floats that blood of unjust! Of those thousand tears, he slept on! And that he can’t pay the cost!
Of that fame, that shall die… And that laughter for others’ pain! We vote against- that leader! Who lead for that personal gain!
And again, that bell rings, And he opens that door, And that newspaper flips… And many of “that” lures…
Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel “Hridayaninadini” Photocredits: http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/.a/6a00d8341c630a53ef0147e37204ac970b-pi© 2014 Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"Author's Note
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6 Reviews Added on April 14, 2014 Last Updated on April 15, 2014 AuthorSanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"Kathmandu, NepalAbout"When words are stiff and hard to evoke out; they shape themselves as a poem [that last forever] " -Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini" http://sanjeetapokharel.blogspot.in/ When I see the.. more..Writing
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