Dissolution

1. 

Aliaster will serve 26,280 hours or so,

for sending seven homeless to eternity.

Bravo, court supreme, for making displeasure noted.

"It should have been 87,600 at least!" that Judge computes...

(SalluBhai frets not - the agneepath is a bed of chikni chamelis.

Katrina, his ex-Basanti, gyrates objectionably. Unwanted.

HIS eight corpses have a Dabaanged Bodyguard.)

Let the first one who has not driven his Michelin's,

Over a sleeping body,

Lap the first drive?

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2. 

Google, too, gets near sentenced.

For letting loose this very "objectionable material",

on naive, impressionable, poor little...

..."Indians."

Yes, the very graphic descendants of 

Khajuraho,

Kamasutra,

And the unopened B vault,

within a Keralite temple.

"Objection, Mi'Lord?"

"Over-ruled!!!" grey wig says.

Prostrated,

on a castrated snake.

"If China can do it, so should we!!!"

That Lord's ship declares.

A sinking feeling sets in.

Sacred doors are hastily steeled.

Some stare in disbelief.

Some yawn.

Some carry about their mundanity,

Affected insomiacs, and the unrested rest.

Sink.

Dreams dash,

against iceberg.

"But, Mi'Lord, Your Holy Honour?"

"It's Honor!!" spellcheck raps the appeal.

(The plaintiff, tiffs.)

"China is a Communist, Imperial, Militant Dictatorship, Mi'Lord!"

Some pleiadian.

"India was meant to be SOVERIGN, SOCIALIST, DEMOCRATIC, REPUBLIC" (sic)

"Allegedly....", the Prosecution mumbles.

Allegedly, we all agree.

Courting contempt.

Of our own selves.

And there before, our very eyes.

That very idea called India...

Slowly dissolves.