Vijay K Saluja
When newly constructed buildings were falling
and freshly laid surfaces were spalling
Difficult it was
to be a mute spectactor.
Counselled my conscience, Come out of your stupor and act!
And act I did
by slipping the lid,
off the can
of the shady going-ons
of my peers
Lo and behold
there were reprisals galore
with the full gang,
shouting “Encore!”
Intra-senior rivalries
were forgotten by many,
all of them galvanised
to fight a common enemy.
New weapons of treachery
were assembled
And,the department resembled
a battery of artillery
Tons of falsehood were expended to
crush an ounce of truth
But truth, you know, is like the `phoenix`
which rises afresh from its ashes
and is not bound by sashes
Though there is ammunition aplenty
But, of one thing, I am sure
yes, very sure,
on which others, could crib
that all this would prove to be
a damp-squib!
