Bapu is Dead!
Amongst the chanting of long live the queen and the slant and slurs for the half naked fakir,
India found its voice.
Brave and soft.
A voice of love and pain.
Through moments of doubt and struggle, it somehow prevailed.
Now between the mosque and the temple the voice is a whisper
the drum beats are getting louder and temples a temper!
Ishwar Allah Tere naam
Bhai Bhai hai Rahim aur Ram.
Between the mosque and the temple politics is taking shape,
the azaan is getting louder
And a New India we make.
In the deafening sound of a saffron success
A half naked man struggles to speak
Hindu Muslim ek hai Bhai
He is beaten to sleep.
Truth and non violence lived for seventy years
So did all of us
What makes saffron different from green
Why make all this fuss?