Dilute milk little by little
and before you know it
it has become this white coloured water!
bridges made of diluted materials
meant to live, survive for decades
fall days, months after inauguration!
Dilution in values
dilution in commitment
dilution in the promises
and before you know it
adulteration has swallowed the original form!
Diluting laws, leaves it with little or very little teeth
leaves one wondering" "My father was so strong and decisive
today, he is so weak and unpredictable.
bends easily before those that matter...."
If the dilution continues, unabated
constituent assembly members
would turn in their graves - uncomfortable and
unable to recognize the weak, crumbling structure
in place of the strong edifice they had left behind!
NB: This poem has been included in the anthology "Amaravati Poetic Prism" published by the Cultural Centre of Vjaywada & Amaravati (CCV&A)
I recited the poem during the first meet of the Bangalore poetry circle (CPC) on 11th January 2020
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