FANCY ORDER-SHOW

When I look at the society today

It shows its face with tears.

When I look into newspapers everyday

It expresses in every page fears.

The leaders in power have confidence,

"That state or nation is in progress."

The opposition says, "There is no evidence

Of such at any cost" stated by the press.

The people are in confusion,

To know who are false and who are true,

As everything is beyond their vision

No clue, no cue by the press crew

Sugarcoated words or mask-guised face

Lies appear truths or truths appear lies.

Everything today is fair in their race

The people fall prey like fireflies.

All are in the false glow.

Everything to be in the order,

Mere fancy order-show,

All cross the order-border,

The people fall in the dilemma

Like the riddle with no solution

Nothing clear in the panorama

Nothing healthy in political pollution

It is clear no change is in the days

In the rays and in the beams

In the promising ways.

A change is clear in the glaring gleams

In the words and hues of promises

For progress they talk about is not clear

But it echoes the rampart-premises,

Days are ahead to find it true to the ear.

Published

Metverse Muse, 80th to 83rd Quadruple Issue.