Burnt Our Soul

by Kingshuk Chakraborty

The black behind the white clothes
Are suddenly out.
Coal-gate and Rail-gate
Are just a few to name them.

Gentle men……not they are,
The nation shouts.
With honey trap and money trap,
They have shamed the game.

Modesty was put at stake even then;
Being in its clout,
With trading and betting in the past
Panchali was even thrown before lust.

Nothing changed!
Cupidity runs through our blood,
Decides goal.
Chasing them often we
Burnt our soul.

25-May-2013

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Comments on this Poem

Thank you so much, Padmajaji..........it's pleasure indeed to know that you liked it.

kingshuk
28-May-2013 23:37 PM

Your angst for the wrongdoings well expressed. Thanks for sharing.

Padmaja Iyengar
28-May-2013 08:30 AM