“Dear doctor, please help me!
My buttocks itch
When I see chairs;
Getting up I almost faint.
Since ‘lowliness is ambition’s ladder,’
During election campaigns
I bend, my hands come together,
And lips widen, showing teeth;
But, tempted to pull others’ legs
Microphones twitch my tongue to bark.
I enjoy pushing stones into roads
And burning down vehicles
During general strikes.
Smell of coolies, farmers and soldiers
O, I forgot, even my kids complain
My reflexive hands are stretching
Towards their money tins.
As a responsible politician, serving people,
I have invested millions in Swiss Bank
Is this ailment due to it?
O doctor, please help me!”
“Hundreds of leaders had approached me
This is only the same power- hunger syndrome
It’s not serious
Since it is there in every state and every nation
And these days
It is considered a great honor, not humiliation!
Therefore you go home peacefully.
Seeing its outbreak
The Englishmen fled at midnight.
Antidote? Daily two-three times if you sweat
Like the half-naked fakir at the spinning wheel
It may be cured!’
(What are the politicians of the day? Are they sincere in serving or amassing money, leaving the people in utter misery?)
Further reading: http://www.wikinut.com/author~unmhoi/John-Kolyav/
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