"MeLord is an Honourable Man"

 

Friends, Indians, Hindus, hark! dark days ahead;                                   

I come to cremate a be-headed dead,                                                                                                                         

A blameless soul, not to protect him.                                                                                                                      

The sin that humans perform lives after death;                                                                                                  

The good is mostly burnt with the bones;                                                                                                                

So let it be with the guiltless soul. The gracious MeLord                                                                                    

Hath blamed that comment from an arrogant woman:                                                                                           

If it were true, it was a dreadful burden,                                                                                                                    

And dreadfully hath blameless soul paid for it.                                                                                                     

He was just performing his Karma,                                                                                                                            

And the brutal dagger guided by brutal ideology:                                                                                                  

Gave him the most unkindest cuts.                                                                                                                        

Here, under umbrella of MeLord and others-                                                                                                            

For Melords are honourable men;                                                                                                                                  

So are they all, all honourable men-                                                                                                                          

But, honourable man should be above suspicion:                                                                                                    

Just like the wife of Caesar.                                                                                                                                              

Come I to mourn in, headless corpse's cremation.                                                                                                        

He was neither my friend nor foe and just human to me;                                                                                         

But MeLord says the spokeswoman was arrogant;                                                                                                  

And MeLord is an honourable man:                                                                                                                               

But, honourable man should be above suspicion:                                                                                              

Just like the wife of Caesar.                                                                                                                                     

She has argued well in many a debates in Delhi                                                                                                  

Whose reasons appreciated by all:                                                                                                                                 

Did this in woman seem arrogance?                                                                                                                           

When one rogue mocks Lord Shiva, she replied from history;                                                                                

Yet rogue was Pardoned and able woman castigated.                                                                                     

Arrogance should be made of mean stuff:                                                                                                             

Yet MeLord says she was arrogant;                                                                                                                              

And MeLord is an honourable man:                                                                                                                             

But, honourable man should be above suspicion:                                                                                                     

Just like the wife of Caesar.                                                                                                                                             

You did see that in Delhi politics,                                                                                                                               

Many a times she fought elections honestly,                                                                                                         

Where she could have misused power: was this arrogance?                                                                                  

Yet MeLord says she was arrogant;                                                                                                                              

And sure, MeLord is an honourable man:                                                                                                                   

But, honourable man should be above suspicion:                                                                                                      

Just like the wife of Caesar.                                                                                                                                             

I pen not to condemn what Melord spoke,                                                                                                                   

But here I am to pen what I feel right.                                                                                                                         

You all did like guiltless gentleman once, for his simplicity:                                                                                    

What fear stops you than, to mourn and speak for him?                                                                                              

O justice! thou reason swayed by violent ideology,                                                                                                  

And justice has lost the reason. Stand with me;                                                                                                               

My heart is in the in the funeral pyre with poor soul,                                                                                                  

And I must wait till the killers and their ideology is wiped out. 

 

(Based on William Shakespeare's Julius Caesar, speech by Marc Anthony)  

Shahrukh and his Dreams

 Shahrukh was the best friend of mine,

We studied together in childhood time,

He was always last in studies and line,

And never cares about the lessons fine.

 

When asked some questions about history,

He thought it as if was an Arabian mystery,

All laughed at his mess as if he was a jockey,

And I felt distressing for him and sorry.

 

Some of us became powerful collectors,

More intelligent became surgeons and doctors,

Shahrukh became a time pass jester,

He just wanted to be a Maulana clever. 

 

The harsh strokes of life and forlorn,

There was no solace for him of any form,

Even the birds and animals have cozy sojourn,

But Shahrukh has no respite from thorns.

 

We all lost in lives joys and agony,

Some have sunlight, some have tales funny,

Shahrukh sat with his Holy Book on balcony,

No one was there to pull him out of tragedy. 

 

Shahrukh ooze out now and them to enlighten,

Lamenting about lost days failed to brighten,

After a cup of tea, some gossip and illusion,

All desire him to go as early and forgotten.

 

For all, Shahrukh and his ideas were crass,

All achieve a little less or more, they brass,  

But Shahrukh lost in his prayers and mass,

That he wanted to fly with Arabian trash.

 

Always "Do thy Duty because Work is Worship,"

Sluggish army can be routed yet with biggest warship,

Karma is the highest religion and worship,

It can defeat the life's harshest whip.