The Royal Visit

This poem was written when Bill Clinton visited India in the year 2000.

After all the hoola and hype,
Amidst hordes of the security type,
The President of the US was here,
In India with mum-in-law and daughter dear.

After the warm welcome at Delhi
He danced with the women of Nyla with glee,
A visit to Cyberabad was next on the cards,
And Bombayites,they were Clinton die-hards.

The Prez floored one and all with his smooth talk,
Women especially could only stare and gawk,
After the short visit he bid India goodbye,
To meet Musharraf and give peace a try.

The presidents visit caused a great flurry,
Roads were repaired in a great hurry,
Spic and span roads greeted the eye,
The best Indian hotels for attention did vie.

Now that the visitor has left the state,
We,the citizens are left to our fate,
What he saw was just an eyewash,
The true story lies not in the suites posh.

The president didn't see our crowded trains,
Or the garbage heaped in narrow by-lanes,
He failed to see the mushrooming huts,
Illegal buildings and power-cuts.

The scarcity of water ,crime rising high,
He missed all this,I wonder why,
Let's hope he pays a visit again,
And sees the true India and all its pain.