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.”
Very basic which we forget so tersely expressed.
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