It Rains Muck of Corruption Everywhere | Khurshid Alam

I’ve heard that it rains fish at some places

Gold at some other places.

It rained muck of corruption

At our places this monsoon.

 

Some roads in Delhi caved in

The mud filled the underbridges in Mumbai.

Some newly laid roads have been washed away

Even the 260-crore rich Sattargarh bridge

In Bihar has been swept away.

 

The rivers have swallowed the costly bunds

The concrete roads have turned into pools of mud

Houses, people, and animals are submerged

Municipalities and hospitals are full with water

Can COVID-19 patients wade through to safety?

 

When people question those in the authority.

They sing “Water, water, everywhere, /

Nor any drop to drink”

Has long been the phenomenon,

So how could you expect it different now?

— Khurshid Alam

(Khurshid Alam writes poems, stories, and on literature and culture. More than 100 poems, several stories and critical essays have been published in various journals and anthologies in India and abroad including Asia Writes, The Blue Fog Journal, The Criterion, Meantime, Mainstream, and Muse India. He has four books including Key to Happiness, Learn Markdown, and Investigative Poetry & Other Poems and to his credit until now. He is a founder editor of a literary journal titled Contemporary Literary Review India (CLRI))