PROMETHEUS
BOUND
Dr. R. Rabindranath Menon
Corruption is a convenient stick
to beat the other, a pin to prick
high-flying balloons, the politics’ haversack
of devious methods, tools and jack
to change the wheels, and be back
on the tracks. A question of knack.
Investigation is the quick door
to enter, break open locks, and invent
inventories, then loot and lament
that less was found, be heard no more.
It’s invariably a search-light
used by the rulers to highlight
opponents’ misdeeds. Gestures, not justice,
its aim. Tropics swings from one solstice
to the other. The Cancer and the Capricorne
sways the winds. Norms stand overthrown.
Politics is the tic of ticks,
the coming to power of fiddlesticks.
When everything fails, the last resort
of the day-light dacoit to abort
the right sleeping in a self-destruct mode
of doubt, the wrong waiting with a sure code.
Three seas within, three seas without,
India waits like a Prometheus Bound.