How I hate that game
the one
that hoodwinks the nation
robbing it of its capital
its pride
its moments
its sanity
the one
that eclipses all others
with viable hoardings of
vulgar display
the one
that creates instant heroes
out of ‘white flannelled
fools’
the one
that with the birth of a
dreary century
brings about the death
of an interesting eve
the one
that metamorphoses my man
into a Mr. Relax Singh.
How I hate that game
Yet
I’d rather watch
those monotonous changing sequences
of a game
that feels like war
than stare
at the moving bleak pictures
of a war
that feels like game!
Nargis. 28th
Feb 2004