About N Madhavan
When fair was the skin and dark the soul
Of a regime that was stuck in heart’s black hole
Came a man of virtue with opposite style
The world has since come a thousand miles.
Nelson Mandela, the Lion of South of Africa
The wise old man, the continent’s grandpa
Firm in the spine but soft in the heart
He made a new nation of races poles apart!
In the wilds of Africa, zebras roam. What wonder!
Black and the white in blended splendour
Like in the keys of a piano, ivory and ebony
Not divided by race, minds or money.
What is it that makes man draw strange lines?
Who is it that right and wrong defines?
In the dance of power, ugly and sad
The good goes to jail, encircled by the bad!
There he was in prison – twenty-seven long years
Braving a fond hope in an ocean of fears
–that one day a dawn will shine on his kind
and the dark nights of apartheid be put behind.
The hour did come. Madiba walked free.
But a long and troubled struggle he did see
It was a moment of solemn cheer, not rude glee
For the father of this nation, and of the ANC!
Gandhi and Lincoln, and the towering Madiba
Have made the world travel a long-long way far
There’s miles to go still, West or East
For injustice roams like an untamed beast.
In the Land of the Pure, called Pak
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They were synonymous with sensation
In name and deed, on many occasions
And suddenly now we see some laceration
Outraging all and sundry in the nation.
What gives, dear Tehelka, raker of big muck?
In a matter of days they now say, “You truly suck!”
Are there more wheels within your grand wheel?
Tell us, oh dear: what’s the real deal?
The intellectual man, he of desire’s alchemy
In a matter of hours falls into infamy
In an exotic locale, faces an accusation
Of assault and lies, unseemly molestation!
The details as they emerge in murky detail
In whispers and nudges, forwarded e-mails
Disturb and disgust, guaranteed to depress;
Not the stuff that goes with a champion of the Press
An error of judgement in a matter of honour?
Numero Uno and Duo in a duel of manners?
Is this what happens to the owners of Think?
The nose for news is now an object of stink!
The sleuths that we are, served with a mind bender,
shady politics and matters of the gender,
mull in silence, chewing gossipy bits
testing the facts and where it all fits!
When gods are found with feet of clay
Rest assured it doesn’t make our day
In the silver sands of Goa, they threw stones with class
But now we know they lived in a house of glass!
© N. Madhavan, 2013
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