AFTER RABRI'S FALL
A gentle woman, graceful and fair
Has had a fall from nowhere,
A housewife stark, unsuspecting, illiterate
Was ordered one day to run a state,
She ran as fast as a wall
And, naturally, shehad to fall.
Call the man of scam and crores
Who in the streets of Patna roars,
Why him alone? Call them all
The fat, the big, and the tall: With rite and ritual, holy unction
Formally declare this nation
To be their private fiefdom,
To be passed on to a wife or a son
So that in future there is no fall,
Of a gentle woman, after all.
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