Bribes n brides of my country.
Abbas Panakkal
Don’t know the day,
Or the year of smutty
Solemn happened.
On wedding vintage,
very important to be face to face
the letters b and d
for the virtue of nuptial rites.
In my country
they stand back
in connubial procession,
become b and b of bribes.
The garland grooms
maze bride on green
and saffron meadows.
When she slept
in bait of queen?
On our street
stomach was always
tool against pretended state.
Starving Belly teach,
though hard to learn.
Parliament is the stack
of sacrificed grand dreams
The first lesson lacked
scribes before visors.
A mansion of
mock technology
and management.
Huts of cracked
harmony and holiness.
Rats are still
on ramparts.
Blindness betroths
beauty of contests.
Poly-tricks trample
paid as well as
unpaid inmates.
Nobody cared identifying
alphabets of bribes n brides.
