For Mischief Makers

a poem by Jayati

Lots of money and things are going on
Just like lots of nonsense.
Are they pampered or impoverished?
Arty questions?
Who pampers who? In what sense?
The supercilious attitude; from where it comes?
In secular land they stayed back! How dare
uproot anyone from his soil!
Why copy criminals or mistaken decisions
Of pseudo sophisticate from other countries and nations?
Taking into consideration the ratio: Population
Name given minority groups; fine.
Haughty forget; multitude do have eyes and brain.
However less in number naturally cause less
representation in various spheres of life.
Cunning garb; insinuate, instigate the comfortable humble.
Silly talk; one to dozen verbalise; “one of twenty seven;
that tells the whole story… number crunch.” “Correct market research?”
Nutty, natty gritty dull dolls what’s the problem?
No sums are not wanted take back subversive advice; device
Warning for the warped mind hear-
Let twelve per cent of India’s one point two billion people inclusive-
live in peace; No cross limits; for the very own God will switch over sides
Taking the mischief makers by utter surprise. No imperialism.
It’s no more begging with please but the commanding voice that warn
Masked men your days are numbered, your further pogrom plans;
as you have done against peace is to end. Rest sure now, be in jitters!