July 30, 2015 1 Comment
The incongruous mansion was abuzz with people.
For, whatever happened was quite unthinkable.
Ever since he heard of it, he was quite agitated.
Citizens’ assets, at any cost, must be protected.
He did not much trust his locals to repair,
so, came straight down in person to take care.
On arrival he set about cracking his whip:
The theft must be solved before sundown.
he roared – till then he wouldn’t partake a sip
of water – so they raided sparing no village or town.
By noon he sat down for a sumptuous lunch,
grinning more than a cat proud with its catch -.
efficient law men in a trice had the theft undone
though thieves rounded up somehow were none.
It mattered little now – the buffaloes were restored
back to the owner – the minister, for all he cared.
Law rightly upheld, now justice was due
to butter chicken, dal makhani, roti’s…phew.
A blissful siesta and he was ready for lok darbar.
To air their grievances villagers from near and far
came – it was all about stray dogs, water and power,
leaky class-rooms, broken benches and no doctor.
All deftly handled – he gave away nothing,
copious note diligently made for safe filing.
There was this bunch that came in at the end,
eyes down, tongue tied and shuffling around.
Words came out with fear in their tremulous voice:
“They stole our buffaloes this morning…the police.”
PS: lok darbar is a public forum.
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