Please note, I accept no responsibility
for the consequences this poem may have on anyone/anything.
Technically,
its a great democracy,
a country
ruled by the common people;
Well,
technically, an egg is non vegetarian,
but
this fact is unaccepted by many;
What
is a democracy, if people don't care?
I say
its torture, educated people have to bear;
Where
'Shiv Sainiks' think,
digging
cricket pitches is patriotic;
well
I think they stink,
and
their leader is completely idiotic;
[No
offence Mr. Bal T, but I think the poet is referring to you -ed]
He says,
nay insists,
These
'cricket visits' [Reference to the upcoming Pakistan tour of India -ed]
are
most fine
as
long as they don't take place in mine
country
[emphasis on mine country -ed]
This
does make one wonder,
nay,
stop dead and ponder;
need
this take place [reference to the shiv sena's antics, not the tour -ed]
know
what, it makes me hide mine handsome face
out
of shame and misery;
then,
as if a destroyed pitch
isn't
destruction enough;
they
go ahead and finish off
their
task by ruining the office,
of
the Board of Control for Cricket ;
in
India,
And
they call it patriotic,
even
though this idiotic,
series
of attacks have resulted,
among
others, a mutilated
1983
Cricket World Cup trophy.
Recently, a cricket tour was announced between India and Pakistan on Indian soil after 11 years. This was reason for jubiliation for the countless cricket fans in the sub-continent. However, the chief of a regional political party (I prefer to call it a militant organisation) exclaimed that as he was a true patriot, he would not allow Pakistan to play on Indian soil. Then, his party members (Storm troopers would seem pale in comparison) dug up the cricket pitch at the first venue. Hence, the venue for the first match was shifted. Later, his supporters attacket the BCCI office and destroyed cricket trophies and other things, thereby kicking their own legs.