As wounds and bruises are
Swathed in white relief
So in the Gandhian coffin
They cover their national nuisance
Of corruption, bribed defection.
The X-rayed poverty of the nation
Paraded by skeletal, naked children
Who pick their tattered rights
From the garbage of democracy
They peer but jeer at the poor
By means of political sophistry:
“How can they be hungry?
Hungry people cannot procreate
But with weighty worries
They populate our nation.”
The ugly politicians feigning patriotism
Often instigate riots and smear
Gandhi’s statute with the slime of violence.