As I pay my homage to the Lord of the Flies
..as the civic election draws near
No more Modi wave to take the common
Man by surprise no more promises of
15 lakhs no more sweet coated lies
The common man has become worldly
Wise..down the road the beggar child cries ..
A child is born another child dies
Pain and sorrow cloaked in sinister
Disguise ..on the cheek of the girl child
A tear drop dries ..birth and death and sacrifice ..
You come you die pay a price
The pain pathos of my cosmic
Camera eye ...
Like a catcher in the rye