SANCTUM…the parliament of India!

Skillfully veiled beneath the

compassionate mask,

stolen is faith’s unfazed gleam

with those glibly words of promise

under the disguise of panacea-dream.

Incomprehensible promises conceived

in the heart and hand of a hundred billions

wins the casino ,weilding the den for a five year term

deceived the country with profiteer’s patriotism.

promises crawled into the shadows of

bankruptcy suicide and unconstrained inflation

Busted is damned-and-wretched’s innocent outcry

for a piece of bread and freedom from revulsion.

You may spend ages and ages in meditation and prostration

for their little grace and will get instead insane molestation…

O’ pauper innocent citizen of India!

These are the Immutuable-modern-Gods

No prayer can reach their ears nor their luxurious sanctum!

Leave your footprints here... say your heart out !

Manoj Kishore Nayak

Hitherto known as the "Tissue Paper Poet" and credited many a times with initiating the same genre of poetry I, contemplated of writing this blog where I could inter-alia, endeavour to write my random thoughts and publish that of others. The blog will contain subjects of myriad hues ranging from poetry & travelogues to sundry incidents. Being a 'bookaholic' I would like to tell you about the books I read and the authors I meet across the corners which will quench your thirst for literary entertainment and will impart a certain cachet to your intellectuality. Read More...
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