Life Not Cheered

As a writer, I indulge in satire

Like a commoner, dhoti and shirt, that are my attire.

In life, a phase of which, I don’t feel cheered

In the aging body at times I am quite tired.

The politician speaks a language that is two-tiered

Often in controversy and denials, their talks are mired.

Economic policy if there is one, quite weird

What is with their thinking, differently wired.

Justice and judges, their reputation and integrity smeared

Police and their encounters, nowadays, quite feared.

Common man, merely surviving, their life not quite stirred.

Their attitude to life, in this modern world, not at all geared.