FDI: Frantic Didi Intervenes

FDI's been put on hold 

Indefinitely, so we're told, 

So Mamata said,

Ministers ran and fled, 

And the PM's out in the cold.

Free for All

Mamata set the rioters free

Who were on a destructive spree

"Don't you dare dictate

How I run my state

So please stop harassing me."

The PM's in the Dark

The PM stands and pensively stares, 

He's powerless, but he's unaware, 

He hasn't a clue 

Why he's in such a stew,

"I'm a world statesman," he declares. 

Deck Chairs Rearranged

The Cabinet was finally reshuffled, 
Did the PM really want a kerfuffle, 
Some deck chairs rearranged,
The public's been shortchanged,
Were sulking ministers the only ones ruffled?

Figures and The Figurehead

Food inflation's stubbornly high,

At sixteen percent figures don't lie,

The poor are dazed, 

The PM's unfazed, 

Because he's a figurehead, that's why.

The missing ministers

Spectrum Raja's hands are in the telecom till,
Mamata decamped to West Bengal seeking thrills,
DMK's Alagiri doesn't care,
The Prime Minister despairs,
"It's not my brief, it's Sonia's will."

Prayer: the inflation slayer

Inflation's causing citizens to despair,

Policy wonks claim it's a short-lived affair;

As prices rise, 

The PM beseeches the skies,

Hopes ride on the wings of a prayer.

Where's the Prime Minister?

Where's the PM, ask his detractors? 

Is he Sonia's stooge, or a consummate actor, 

He addresses science conventions, 

Travels overseas to alleviate tensions, 

Of heading a government swarming with malefactors.

None wept when Bhopal died

In Bhopal, twenty thousand gassed and died, 

Justice delayed, the leaders inflate with pride,

Horrors even Bruegel could not have painted, 

Efforts are afoot to redeem the criminally tainted, 

With golden guineas, lawyers' egos are puffed,

While lives in gas chambers were summarily snuffed.

Political parties have a policy objective, 

Victims must endure, for justice is selective, 

The poor man's life is to be expended, 

The rich are nurtured, never apprehended; 

Politicos, judges revel in the macabre game, 

Passing the buck, shuffle the blame. 

Impervious to the images of ghastly death, 

Indifferent to the victim's last rasping breath,

Attorneys, politicians on Carbide's graveyard dance,

Absolve themselves of guilt's sharp lance,

Weak and impotent, more's the pity, 

The Prime Minister fiddles, forms a committee. 

Mega corporations, may your colonization never cease, 

Pillage and pollute what you can with ease, 

"Life's cheap," our leaders boast with glee,

"But in India we give it away for free,

We'll shield you from meddlers while you bide, 

Remember, none wept, when Bhopal died."