You promised me social justice
Then raped me because I was a Dalit born
You took from me, my land and my honour
And left me of my dignity shorn .
You promised me liberty of faith
Then killed me for worshipping a different god
No right I had to express my thoughts
Not in written document nor in spoken word.
You promised me equality of status
Then for being a woman you pushed me down
You alone lay claim to the kingdom
The throne, the sceptre and the crown.
You promised me fraternity and unity
Then divided me on caste, colour and creed
The promised integrity of the nation
Was sacrificed at your alter of greed.
You promised me strength in diversity
Then mocked me for my “chinky” eyes
You snatched away my hills and forests
My piece of brown earth and clear blue skies.
O, sculptors of our independent nation
Here democracy everyday a painful death dies
And the Holy Grail that you so painstakingly wrote
Has been reduced to a parody of lies!
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Good one Doel! So many unkept promises.
Very powerfully worded..
Present state of affairs, Alas!
So very well delineated the bitter truth of our country. Hope , good days are ahead 💚💚
A powerful and hard-hitting poem. Loved it.
Very powerful. The hard reality. Nicely written.
Nicely described the democratic ideas…
A power packed one, Doel! It’s sad and grim.
Such a powerfully worded expression. Sadly this is the grim reality
This is a sad reality of our democracy.Most of our fundamental rights are denied to one or the other class .And in the process the very system gets rotten with as you have said ‘ the parody of lies.’