These sonnets (each with the same fixed rhyming scheme) cover:
what India (us and the political class) was doing
when Nirbhaya (who symbolized the apathy of politicos) was dying.
To her memory. And to our awakening.
Let us continue our fight for a 2nd azaadi with the same verve.
( the links are clickable; so read about our representatives before 2014! )
The 9pm Mount Elizabeth health update
Made hearts sink across this country.
Now other vital organs, besides intestines ablate;
It’s twelve days since admission with surgical carpentry.
Fluids have accumulated in her weak lungs,
But they can’t be drained coz the platelet count
Is too low, so fresh plasma in a copious amount
Is being infused to make it climb in rungs.
But haunting words ring besides the minutiae
That she is ‘fighting for her life’, the stark entia,
Makes us suddenly question the why and when
Tracing her twelve days of ‘progress’ and then . . .
Did they fly her when they should have not?
Or was she far worse than we were told, or what?
The government’s version doesn’t seem clean.
Safdarjung hospital said ‘twas government’s decision
To move Nirbhaya; but more versions glean.
To the doctors who recommended at Safdarjung,
And Ghulam Nabi Azad, Health Minister who
Implied, that afterall Safdarjung is government too!
But the political class to Trehan, have for long clung,
And so it’s possible like good boys under instruction,
Had to seek advice from Trehan with acceleration,
And a haughty Trehan must have prevailed over
The Safdarjung doctors, now treated like stover.
Not that I claim my two-bit mind knows any of this,
But with so much practice, my Indian nose easily smells piss.
The year is slowly coming to a close,
And is perhaps the gloomiest end
Of any year in a long time, rickety, rimose
Even Dirty Paper is heavy with the scend
Of a snowballing infectious heaviness,
A premonition of a permanent parting?
Or that our flock is ephemeral and scarting?
Or the fear of a cursed irretrievable abjectness?
Now at other news, one scarcely takes a gander,
However spicy the concoction in the colander:
That Centre’s playing cat and mouse on Telangana,
Or Praful Patel’s praise of Modi’s worth four anna.
But yes we read about Sonia seeking justice for the ‘girl’(s)
For that Sonia, take a hard look at your parliamentary pearls.