He walked out

He walked out of the jail
his face worn and frail
Now he stood there silent
watching the slideshow unveil

He pondered over his life
ruminating about things found and lost
A doctor turned traitor, he thought
As his eyes got smeared with moist

He freed people off fears
now he fears for his own life
He fought for peoples' rights
until law stripped his own civil rights

Today as he stands outside the gate
amidst cheering people of his own land
he knows all is not lost yet and
this is surely not the end.




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IPL ordeal over?

The IPL is finally over
After more than a month show
But the horrors still hover
they just doesn't seem to go

It was a month-long ordeal
giving scribes many a sleepless night
As the players fought in South Africa
we burnt our fingers all night

While Cricketers made fireworks on field
corporates danced their way to bank
the Tinsel town also had the cake
just we had our hands blank

Come June and another circus
another ordeal will begin
As countries clash for T20 world cup
we will fight to save our skin

I don't VOTE

Newspapers tell me to vote
But I simply don't care
I put on my branded overcoat
and say politics is so unfair

Radios tell me to vote
But I simply don't care
I hurriedly change the fm station
Unmindful out of the window, I stare

TV channels tell me to vote
But I simply don't care
I switch on to a music channel
and get lost in the blare

Websites tell me to vote
But I simply don't care
I turn on to social networking instead
And chat and rant with flair

My friends tell me to vote
But I simply don't care
I argue relentlessly on top of my voice
vanquished, throw my hands up in the air

And then I tell others to vote
and when they don't care
I give them a piece of my mind
and a 'responsible' look, I wear