A CYNIC VIEWS INDIA

       I belong to 21^st century India,

      Where hatred is like a diwali cracker, ‘isms’breeds faster than mosquitoes

      Poverty is like an epidemic, sex comes covered in rubber packages;

      Where coalition politics is simply collision politics,

      Democracy is synonymous to demoncracy.

      And money can buy everything, respect and honour,

      Malicious talks are unzipped, and animals are out from the zoo,

      Where the intellectual plane runs with a price tag and the sky is set by those who have power,

      But what crime it will be to end the poem in this note, so I write;

      Yet love runs deep, and hope survives in the hearts of? And the country moves on.