Death of a Leader
He always looked for a catch
Amid complex loops of reason-
In the people logic of democracy
And the fine arithmetic of men.
His eyes now float upwards
On the hill, in the forest
His pockets are full of rain
And the helicopter’s whir.
He had them coming everywhere;
He promised them rice and jobs.
His words were hopes, sparks
That flew off from under his toes
As he walked their mud tracks.
His eyes now float upwards
On the hill, in the forest
His pockets are full of rain
And the helicopter’s whir.
(The Andhra Pradesh Chief Minister Mr.Rajasekhar Reddy has been killed
in a helicopter crash in the dense forests on his way to a public
meeting)
