This pokhran BUSINESS
that the country is so
excited about-
Nuclear club- capability-
Radioactive fallout-
Arms race- C.T.B.T-
economic sanctions-
What's all the brouhaha?
There are so many words
being thrown around.
How many of the billion
Indians
know what all this
hue and cry is about?
What do fission and fusion
mean to them - when
they toil and moil,
to keep the wolf away
from their doorsteps-
When a square meal a day
seems a distant dream.
Honestly-
let me ask you-
When your tomorrows
are painted
with hunger
and pain
and sweat-
Isn't
POKHRAN
a trifle affair to talk about?
2 comments:
the last line - terrific!
very different from your usual poems.
chinny is coming down to earth? :-)
nice poem, madam.
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