THE PAINTER

The painter

He comes, he paints
A political painter he is ,
We admire, inspired we aspire!
Often we gaze in disbelief
Foul and foul
We may cry just!



Yet he paints ,and paints
He is a painter!
Create illusions he must
We are made to accept
Gold,what is but dust.

Culprits become the king
Law is insulted by wealth
Power usurped by stealth,who
but the democracy suffers the worst .

VIJAI
28.3.13.