Coward
They hailed
him a great nationalist
when he
stopped writing politics
and turned to
blogging about food and fad.
He had started
donning a waistcoat of a particular cut.
Please, don’t insult
me calling me a cultural leader:
His heart
pleaded, silently.
What culture
am I to lead?
Grabbing,
raping and lynching?
Culture of
hate that masquerades as patriotism?
When the TV
channels were busy finding
accolades for
the political leaders,
the cultural
leader was forming
WhatsApp
groups for neo nationalists.
The arrests of
honest people didn’t disturb
the cultural leader’s
devotion to WhatsApp.
Nor did the
disappearance of hearts from writers.
Nor did the
death of poetry on the wayside.
Nor did the
rape of justice on the highway.
He knew the
truth, however,
in the core of
his heart.
That he was
nothing more than a coward.
Nice poem..Very thoughtful
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