Living man hopes for a future, best; Dying man repents on futile past! Where do the senses go on man's death? None gone did return to tell that truth! Why shower rose petals over the tomb? Can its fragrance reach deep into its womb? However fast, through life, we race, Death will follow us at the same pace! Dead, we may not be re-born, as legends say; Our souls, caught in condoms, will be thrown away! (* Hindu tenets say that every soul has rebirth) Know, death is not at all a calamity, It's life's destination at eternity! If you know wherefrom you have come here, You will also know, death takes you where! With death, we all have a date; When, where and how, we know not. The one who was terribly afraid of death Reclines calm and composed on its gruesome berth! While poor dies like a dog; The rich dies like a Lord! Obituary says: the dead attained heaven; Seems, he sent back a reaching note from heaven! Man's fear of death Is source of God. If now and today I die and go I'll join manes dead aeons ago! Blooms meant for propagation Deck the body of dead person! The Lord, with His aesthetic touch Created world, a beauty as such, FREEDOM Freedom is not growing wings, It lies in breaking the strings! We spent our fifty years of freedom Building, for our leaders, their kingdom! We struggled for freedom And won freedom to struggle! Fifty years of freedom Reminds, we need freedom! We won freedom to put minority in position Sidelining the majority into opposition! We won freedom in midnight, That's why we are still in darkness! Fifty years ago, we won freedom To vote against our own freedom! OUR POLITY Flying aloft on a helicopter I can fathom depth of deluge water! You can vote somebody to power, But can't recall him soon thereafter. Tolerance of all other's faith is secularism; Intolerance of other's faith is seclusionism. Faltering step in business, you will fall; Failing step in politics, you will be tall. Postal stamps are meant for damaging Faces of leaders by ink stamping. Political power is real kick, Under which man stabs at his own back. I am a V.V.I.P., because I am, er, A cousin of friend of son of the minister! Sprawling cremation sites of leaders, sanctified, Soon will turn the capital, city of the dead. Democracy is a process by which Certain men are voted to become rich. Political leader gives lot of opportunity To all his followers to make black money aplenty. Sitting in office, using office, I made money; Quitting office, wrote of office, and still made money! All political parties split, split and split- Like nuclear fission, to gain explosive might? Best way to hold party members together Is to make each one of them Prime Minister! Shameless face has a ribless tongue Extemporising non-stop harangue! Born with rich heritage, Deride rich in knowledge! The fool who has no seat Runs for the throne to sit! Nay, I am not born a tomfool For people to vote me to rule!