Revolution
They criticised gods but create and worship human gods on every street and corner;
Mocked idol
and statue adoration, but vulgarised every street and corner with busts and
statues;
They sing
the love and divine couplets, but use language for hate and divisive
vibes.
It is the
depraved who are much higher than the virtuous; all pay respect to them.
The sentries
have abandoned the posts and joined the traitors.
The
encroachers stand strong around the greens, and the squatters pelt stones at
the law enforcers.
They cry for
heat and warming, but exploit and encroach on the rivers like demons.
They worship
the earth but destroy the earth by dirt, filth and trash;
They worship
trees and forests but burn them for their freebies and comfort.
Seasons hunt
each other like the tiller ploughs and move silently.
Mower mows,
and the winter snow falls on the trees and mountains.
Or people
are flowing by the hamlet, vast and ruined.
The lump and
collapsed architecture, more than all the panting cities of the earth;
They preach
the brotherhood, but behead humans for violent faith.
They claim
to be peaceful, but behead the skeptics and thinkers;
They preach
compassion to animals but decorate the plate with non-vegetarian food.
Like a
killer fisherman off on a frozen lake, a killer waits by the hole in the frozen
surface;
I am not the
poet of righteousness, barely; I can't refuse to be the poet of sin, too.
They
condemned racism but reserved benefits and rights for races.
They
advocate an inclusive society but worship language chauvinism.
They pretend
to be a casteless society, but go for a caste census.
They
manifest social justice but widen the social injustice.
They lecture
on inclusive education but categorise the learners on a caste basis.
They preach
morals, but harlots, freeloaders, crooks are their comrades.
They created
feminists but exposed women in the streets, shows and art galleries;
They preach
to sacrifice materialism, but manipulate donations and grants.
They lecture
about socialism but embrace capitalism and luxuries:
They preach
secularism but enact the toxic and communal laws;
They preach
equality but milk the divisive and unequal laws and favours.
They promise
an inclusive society but follow Arabian laws and practices.
These are
the lines of a shy hand, this the propose and whiff of heart,
This is the
stroke of my hands to your mind, this is the whisper of pain,
This is the
deep inside and urge flickering in my own eyes,
This is the
unselfish fuse of my self, and the vent to the world,
The bliss of
paradise is with man, and the agony of hell is with man,
What a world
nonetheless? Who am I? Who are you?
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