on his and millions of his <br />ilk's groaning shoulders <br />rest the great edifice <br />of the indian democracy. <br /> <br />long live democracy! <br /> <br />showpiece of ceremony <br />every where, <br />in the school he enrolls fast <br />and drops out as faster, <br />in the many govt developmental <br />data sheet, his name <br />adds weight to the number game, <br />in the meetings of different <br />flag beares of democracy <br />he is herded to add to the crowd, <br /> <br />from birth till his often <br />premature death, <br />in a road accident, <br />in police firing on <br />demonstrators <br />or crushed under the <br />debt burden, <br />from the branches of a <br />nearby tree, <br />he remains just a data sheet <br />name and number, <br /> <br />as long a he lives <br />on his and his ilk's <br />groaning shoulders rest the edifice <br />of the great indian democracy. <br /> <br />long live democracy.<br /><br />samyak jain<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-average-indian-farmer/
