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
