Where Is Talent? (My Suffering)

Even after writing for a long time Spanning over some thirty years of creativity, They even fail to recognize me, Though they know me But behave in such a way That know me not. This is India, here everything is possile, Nothing not impossible, Talent and genius can be crushed, Left to die in harness, Merit panels can be altered And non-empanelled can be made panelled. I do not know who is a poet, who a critic But their politics very harmful no doubt And I have suffered for them Had I not carried it for so long. Since 1986, I have been reading and writing for From dawn to dusk Without giving long-term breaks. I doubt, do the genuine get the rewards? Perhaps no is the answer. India is of reservation, opprtunism and nepotism, Sycophancy and hypocrisy, Unauthorized access and approach, Backing and bungling, Chain and channel, connect and link.