Tuesday, September 29, 2009

A poem (with changes) !!

When a VIP die

The news clip said

he was an important man

did lot for people.

The procession was witnessed by millions

they raised slogans of him being eternal.

He was cremated on sandalwood pyre.


When an anonymous man

was crushed by unruly vehicle

on the busy street.

There was no mass grief

There were no processions.

Funeral was at banks of muck water

next to the garbage bins

attended by hungry dogs.

Or maybe he was dumped into unmarked grave

like other unclaimed bodies

and left to decay.


Not many missed him.

But yes that night

the vagrant cat was puzzled not being fed.

It showed its displeasure

and wandered into the dark.


(thought of adding these lines but later decided against…

Maybe we should become VIP

O the joy of

burning on the sandalwood pyre.)


PS. the changes were thought few days back, but i was on tour-in silence is the better word, was not into Net nor any news. Just now came to know about boat tragedy in Thekkady. This blogger has been to the lake many times frankly the conditions are not that bad but rules are not followed nor are the tourists treated properly