An old man clad in orthodox Indian Attire
Entered my bed room. His Pure and white
Dhoti was steeped in blood.
I asked him who he was. He said, ‘I won
Independence for you and Like Jesus
I shed holy blood to purify the Indians”
I asked him the reason for his coming
He said, “I want to establish a political party’
I said, “Your party and you will utterly be defeated”
He asked,” Do Indians forget my sacrifices and me”
“No. We have great respect for you and we remember
You in national festivals and in elections”
But we will not like you to come to power”
Why? He quite surprisingly asked.
“You always plead for truth, non-violence and honesty
And fight against liquor and corruption.
The Indians are really fed up with your principles.
Even your staunchest disciples will not vote for you”
I said and the vision disappeared most dejectedly.
I woke up from my dream wondering where
He had gone .I felt very sorry for the old man
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Author:
JVL NARASIMHA RAO (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Fantasy
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Comments1
Bravo! Excellent! I loved this one! How delightfully humorously/sarcastically you depicted the situation....."even your staunchest disciples will not vote for you"....so perfectly expressed. The total mockery of the allegiance and mere "lip-service" to the truth, while loving the lies and corruption. Excellent piece of political satire.
Dear Cheeky, Though it is satire.It is true.Even if Gandhi contested
He would be defeated unless the voters were given money and liquor and supported by a popular political party like congress Or
BJP
yoursJVL
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