Juggernaut
You and I drench in joy tears
To a cuckoo’s song with guileless ears
Even while expert musicians
Keep searching for discordant notes
You and I look with bleary eyes
At the holes in the sari of a poor lady
Even while a pair of lecherous eyes prey
On her bare flesh seeing through her poverty
Burning tears and blooming love
Find their language in poetry
And blurt out naked and hazy
You and I perceive that woe and feel
Even while grammatists shout foul, foul
There have been men from eons
Who ignore the right and embrace the wrong
Like pigs those that sidetrack from a royal lane
And jump into a stinking sewer line
They trumpet that Lord Ram did err
And that Udhishtira’s virtue was a sham
But stops not my juggernaut that cares
For true human values; but not ugly stares
And tramples upon all those cans of worms
poem by Sathya Narayana
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