jvl narasimha rao

AN OLD MAN IN MY DREAM

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

 

Comments1

  • Cheeky Missy

    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.

    • jvl narasimha rao

      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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