Here comes Corruption,
The eighth lethal peccadillo,
Outshines Wrath, Greed, sloth,
Pride, Lust, Envy and Gluttony
Engulfs all akin to Tsunami
Red – taped corridors of power
Govern by the despots of
Brown envelope, tinged with
Black magic strategy blacken
Prospects of the prefecture
Blind bizarre ethics of
Blackmail nepotism helix
Greengages to gangrene;
Blue skies materialize with
Therapeutic antidote
Dark horses wrestle war
Against blueprint of white lies
In Green vestibule of truth
Animated thoughts cease
Red hot embers of sleaze!
– Vigil Kumar
VIGIL KUMAR 
The gruesome colors of corruption so remarkably portrayed with the genuine feel and helplessness intact.
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Thank you for your precise observation.
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Hello there! Nice poem, I like it! I’d like to invite you to my blog: stenila.wordpress.com
God bless you and have a nice day! 🙂
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i couldnt have commented better than Prashant…excellent how you incorporated colors into the hues to be found in the dark world.
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Colors of Corruption.. just awesome. : )
well done. : )
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Once again, I love the vibrant, organic use of words and images!
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This is creative excellence. Well done,
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Very clever, and unfortunately very true! k.
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hi. thanks for dropping by SPENCE SENSE I lived in the Philippines for three years so I know whereof you speak. regards, raymond
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Hi Vigilkumar. Clever it’s good. Thank You for liking my poem. Agent On The Tube. Best Wishes. The Foureyed Poet.
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A very powerful poem …paradoxical given the apparent impotence that corruption wields on the docile public. I was drawn by the title given that I’d written “The colour of a Lie”. Thank you for visiting creativeintrospection.
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Reblogged this on vigilkumar.
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wash the colors and re paint, its after all colors 🙂
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I like what you’re saying here and the way you say it ! 🙂
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The megabanks and megacorps have more power than most sovereign nations. Oooops. What sovereign nations ?
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Very nice though very high standard for me.
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your poem makes me think of how even the precious, free things like “color” are corrupted by those who corrupt. and they don´t care. color is just another thing to own… but not for the true poet and that should be a manifesto. wonderful poem.
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Very splendid piece of writing.Thank you
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Lovely! This is a powerful and evocative piece. I enjoyed it very much.
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Vigil Kumar, I like this poem very much, both its substance and format.
Maria Tatham
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The brutal truth…each color, each man is corrupted in one way or the other… 😦
“blue prints of white lies..” the paper pen lies which encloud the sun of developement….
So true, dont know where we are being led…
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Thank you for liking my poem ‘The President A Nation’. The Foureyed Poet.
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I love the smell of corruption in the morning!
Great poem. Very powerful.
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Hi Vigilkumar. Thank you for liking my poem ‘Remembrance’. The Foureyed Poet.
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Very powerful depiction of corruption. Amazing for depicting it in colour.
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A very strong poem.Like it
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Impressively powerful!
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Oh, yes, wish it wasn’t true that power is so easily currupted and that powerlessness is so pervading …
A statement of truth well poemed.
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First of all I would like to say excellent blog! I had a quick question in which I’d like to ask if you do not mind. I was interested to know how you center yourself and clear your thoughts prior to writing. I’ve had trouble clearing my mind in getting my ideas out.
I do enjoy writing however it just seems like the first 10 to 15 minutes tend to
be wasted just trying to figure out how to begin. Any suggestions or tips?
Thanks!
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