How doyen of a decadent dynasty
Made democracy her pride’s doormat
“How can I lose to the hoi polloi”
Despaired a defeated “Democrat”!

“How India is my feet’s lowly dust
My father, Nehru imbued in me
We live and die for power-lust
Can a tyrant forget tyranny!”

Thus she enslaved a whole nation
To keep alive that legacy
Which she fostered on fear’s ration
For “Democracy is a dreaded lunacy”!

She died unstained but a legacy lasts
With Indian dream’s dynastic pain
Their present is a sum of her pasts
Indira Only Loved To Reign!

© 2023 Vikas Chandra