THE CHAIR OF LOKPAL

I wonder I ponder
My sympathies, I pity
For the elysian prudent feller
Destined to occupy me

He shall descend, the papers had said
To rescue the humankind
Some ayes some nays, gestation delayed
Four decades and he is nowhere to be found

Some international some convention
Brought forth the half entombed with haste
A quarter hearted attempt was made
To enliven the ombudsman of new age.

Streets were choked , voice boxes croaked
Challenging appetite , both Weans and old
Tinkering with the martinets life
would only flatten the warrior’s knife.

Some convergence, some divergence
But No one would bend
Adding to the lokpal conundrum
Was equivocal sense of the sovereign chamber.

My hopes were high
The politicos dissecting articles day and night
Both in house and outside.
Of a sudden things turned upside down
No votes, all food
Maidans evacuated ,seasoned baritones cooled.

Bells rang and santas came
But Without a resident ,an empty me remained
Waiting for the squall to grow stronger again…