Slumdogs are a glorified lot. <br />But by whom? <br />By heart! No one, <br />But as a part of dirty game, <br />Millions, millions and millions. <br />As a solid beguiling vote bank, <br />For power hungry leaders, <br />Easy pray to wolf skinned reformers, <br />Juicy jaunts to money laundering NGOs, <br />Saucy masseurs, <br />To inadequately clad social blondes, <br />Dearest subject to secular, lover of art, <br />And puppet to the theatre of absurd. <br />And YOU- poor, sick old ere time, <br />Disheveled, dirty, abused, <br />Body ransacked and face with furrows deep, <br />Decayed to enrich, corrupt comrades. <br />Begging, robbing, looting, <br />Hoodwinking and crime, <br />As loved haunts, <br />Living in galleries of darkness, <br />Crying always for bies free. <br />Past, present and future, <br />All shroud in crying shadows. <br />With bleeding consciousness, <br />Children of lesser gods, <br />Themselves worship false gods. <br /> Rest is devastating, <br />Nationals with corrupted nationality, <br />Applauds you, <br />Jai Ho, Jai Ho, Jai Ho Slumdog. <br /> <br /> <br />FROM: <br />DR. Yogesh SHARMA<br /><br />Dr. Yogesh Sharma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/slumdog-riches/
