Poets In Politics

A Aniruddha Pathak
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Something sets me to ponder hard— Does poetry pump up politics? Or politics trumps up poetics? I've seen some that see them as bard, Some rhymesters are and little more That dreams of seas whilst still at shore. Take this one, now out-of-job minister, Palming out a book of puerile rhymes, A school hand may much better dish stir, But thinks poet he's ahead of times, And claimed that he meditated Thru poems and garnished his grade. Here's one more known for some valour, Reciting times in gilded glamour, Whilst captive audience clapped his fame, There's one that writes verses of some value, Reflecting in his chair's borrowed hue, But to his credit he'd some name. Technology now a pen-pusher aids, A matter of pressing a few keys, And lines come to life in much ease, And coloured stones jostle with jades To pass off as gems of varied shades, A wordsmith is no Wordsworth, please. Pray, I'm no Plato poets to hate, Yet, politicians I do lowly rate. And one thing I feel fairly sure: Poetry often seem to lure Politicians, but scarce is richer made, Nor his politics earn a better grade. __________________________________________ Satire | 04.06.14 |

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