With tired body
Without much learning
Without any job
Without any shelter
Without any rice in his pot
Without any hopes in his
heart
Without any right for vote
Till ten coming years;
He, the future citizen of
India
Strives hard to secure
votes
For a candidate;
He sported the serpent- badge
Upon his sleeve;
He let loose the pamphlets
Like scorpions in his own country;
He sticks untruths
Upon his country’s walls;
He hands the toddy bottles
To
his big brothers
With votes clenched in their fists
And bargaining with others;
He makes others clap
At every husky speech;
He rips off the posters
Of the rival parties;
And hurls stones at the
passing cars;
He, the future citizen of
India
Does all these to earn
His livelihood; is it less
Heinous and mean
Than the forced prostitution
Of a tender, immature, hungry
girl?
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Original poem in Telugu : A. Surya
Prakash
Translated by: G.Somaseshu. 25th November 2024
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