Chairs take flight,
abuses hurled,
Sessions adjourned,
Flag of the question hour
never unfurled.
Position, opposition,
Voices building upto
yet another unruly session.
I hear… 'Mr Speaker Sir'
and a crack of the whip.
and cackles and babbles
like scenes of a stampede
on a godforsaken sinking ship.
Every moment… replete with dread.
I don't need to look
outward to be a cynic,
I have a parliament
inside my head.
Published on
August 16, 2023 06:24
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poetry