Self acclaimed first world labelled us as third world in their so called socioeconomic indexes and other “modernity is the real development” indices, because we don't do dinner parties but dream of a well fed day Our children study on the floor of old public school, Know the other world only by the greenery and figures hung on its pale walls, Wishing to run on the velvet grass instead of rag picking every morning, as children leave old toys, you have abandoned us Here a teenager recognises outline of a dark futuristic structure in a pattern of present dots of daily burdens, In the tragic repetitions of a homeland song, he dreams of a young entrepreneurship but a termite death hollows out his roots of endeavour You say to our men “Keep It In Your Pants!" and women, "Lock Your Knees!" but here sex is the only amusement, For a three minutes of relief we are ready For corruption and immorality, Although some taxable souls fashion to run charity, the poor wears tattered clothes, Rich wear them to look different, There is an agreement between the people sitting in the car and poor begging for some help Devalued lives full of shadows of slaves, as poverty live without evacuation, Caught in web of the foreign aid spiders, we prop up this capitalising protuberance and force feed the bourgeois class, Our propaganda has become just to see, sigh and cry Blindfolded by civil war, a source of political life and death, We fail to understand the kind of battlefield we are in and our weapons to deal with it, always shouting for freedom of expression, Never tried to know the difference between our skin and our lips A divided country that sighs and cries for debt relief, Brainwashed by anti-propaganda, As leaders becoming millionaires every second and the people poorer every minute, The land filled with milk and honey,still cries "no money” Self styled media with fake morality, Aiming for PR and controversy interview a petty thought repeatedly to make it a philosophy, Their voice spreads pure venom in gentle dress, in the name of so called minority, Every news is labelled with religious stamp, They highlight the immoral as a face of nation, belittle the good-intentions Sex and violence is a new form of entertainment, Here big lawyers and corporations openly influence in the demo-crazy capitals to gain huge profits, Is this injustice with poverty and suffering not a clear indication of false thoughts that argue over a third world at this juncture?
by Sandeep Kumar Mishra
Sandeep Kumar Mishra is a Bestseller author of “One Heart- Many Breaks-2020”, An outsider artist, a poet and a lecturer. He is a guest poetry editor at Indian Poetry Review. He has received “Readers Favorite Silver Award-21”, “Indian Achievers Award-21”,IPR Annual Poetry Award-2020 and Literary Titan Book Award-2020.He was shortlisted for “2021 International Book Awards”, “Indies Today Book of the Year Award 2020” and “Joy Bale Boone Poetry Prize 2021” and “Oprelle Rise up Poetry Prize 2021”.He was also “The Story Mirror Author of the Year” nominee-2019.