Wednesday, March 30, 2016

The Poet meets Bharat Mata

Courtesy: The Indian Express

Moving from Ghar Wapsi to Bharat Mata,
Through Cow Protection and slaughter of men,
The poet sought meaning
Knowing rhyme there was none
Rhythm there was none
In spite of the umpteen slogans:
Make in India
Start-up India
Digital India

Democracy struggled for breath
In the attenuated air in the Arunachal mountains,
In the Devbhumi of the Garhwal Himalaya;
And promised to die in Himachal and Manipur.

“What is it that you want, Mother?”
The poet asked Bharat Mata.
And she said hiding the tears that welled up:
“Azadi.  Azadi from my upholders.”


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