We know the six popular men of Indostan, all very blind

Who saw the elephant, each in a different shape in their mind.

Individually, they might not have been right

Collectively, they did their best sans the gift of sight.

We pride ourselves in an upright just statehood

Electing people hoping they would do us some good

But they seem to be of a different kind

Looking away from duty, as if they are blind.

There are people that promise the heaven

Only during campaign, never to be seen again.

And there are those who grab all they can

Power and greed working hand in hand.

Education good comes only at a cost

State-run schools mostly left to rot.

Competitive exams are seen as vain

As protecting turf is the concern main.

One side they pity the young widow

Other side letting liquor to freely flow.

Mountains are cut and river sand is dug

They are thriving by also selling drug.

Resourceful criminals are protected by law

Hapless citizens have no go but to withdraw.

If there is the inevitable cut in every deal

How can there be hope for the nation to heal?

There's n only one thing that sets apart this clan

From the six blind people of Indostan

Individually, what they do is awfully wrong.

Collectively, alas, they’re so powerful and strong!

(This is an offshoot of reading  James Baldwin's poem The Blind Men and the Elephant)