Old and bold,
Fit and set,
Fagin lives on
With his whip
Of punishment
Ready to strike
Anyone,
Who asks for more.
The roots of his reign
Stretch deep and wide
Across colonies of
Developed or developing
Civilized Jungles,
Where misused freedom
Tip-ties tongues
And overgrown independence
Asphyxiates;
And thronging webs of
Silence and sins
Flourish and stink ….

And amidst miseries
Of lonely crowds,
Poor Oliver's
Dumb-found plight
Struggles for strength and might
To speak right for Right.


Vanita Thakkar

(05.05.2011,10/07/2011)

Vanita Thakkar

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remembering-oliver-twist/