AS AN ELITE BIRTHRIGHT

She kicked him on his forehead
Just for asking for a rupee
Only a rupee
Not more than a rupee

And the entire administration looked on
While the poor boy begged for a rupee
Only for a rupee
Nothing more than a rupee
And she blatantly kicked on his forehead

Not at his back
Not at his torso
Not at his legs or hands
But on his forehead
And the entire administration looked on
In one-upmanship
Of pusillanimous sycophancy

While the poor boy begged for a rupee
Only for a rupee
Nothing more than a rupee
Kicked over forehead

As the channels
Shamelessly beamed
Across the globe
As the poor boy begged for a rupee
Only for a rupee
Nothing more than a rupee
And the oppressor
Went into her carriage ingrate
While she told everyone to berate
The scum
As if she had just tread upon a worm

According to her
Tyrannically
Made into a storm
In a tea cup
Warned to
Shut up
With the same lips
That had supplicated like the boy
For election, selection
With mellifluous throat
Touching the feet then
Of such boys men and women
Like a yeomen
Lifting the soiled poor children
In the streets
In lap
To make them tap the button
That would strengthen her feet
As an elite birthright
To kick fearlessly
Sans being discreet
The forehead
Open on any street
To be glorified as a leet feat

The kicking of a begging forehead
That begged for a rupee
Only for a rupee
Nothing more than a rupee
Just a rupee

The poor boy
Who begged for a rupee
Only for a rupee
Nothing more than a rupee
Ready to touch the feet
Only for a rupee
Nothing more than a rupee
Prostrate in the sand
As the toadies dragged him
From her sight!

written by:
Dr. Arun Sharma