Pome of the Day

Pande’s Request

Big sir, can we stop now?

My hands are paining very much.

I understand your meaning

We should have the common touch

But so much touch is bad for me

My arms are feeling weak.

Before I never beat up more than twenty in a week.

Now I’m beating day and night.

Lathi-charging left and right

Squinting in the candlelight

No collection, wallet light

No one understands our plight

PM can say any thing, but this cannot be theek.

 

Big sir, how much longer?

Please excuse, I had to speak.

I understand our policy

We subjugate the meek.

But is it wrong if we expect

A break to take a leak?

Big sir, hear our prayer

We fold our hands to you

We are always there

To break a leg or two

But could you kindly shift your homes

To small town in Kulu?

Climate will be cooler

Public will be less

Ladies can do morning walk

Wearing western dress

Big sir, we are humble

My colleagues touch your feet

Share our thought with Auntie, please

Next time when you meet.