Author: Ashutosh Sharma
The cheerful dawn, lucent light,
display the bright world of truth.
They say,
We’d behold the gloomy night
to fill our trembling booth.
Though morning waves subside,
they say,
We’d conceal our dark intentions
beneath hostile high tides.
For them remnants are structures
the four seasons are prejudice.
They say,
We’d vilify the cultures
Where unity induces bliss.
Riding on colonial hypocrisy,
They say,
skill transmission is aghast
Occupation is but caste.
To divide the smriti of faith,
A transient system evanescent,
They say,
we’d use caste as bait;
imposters drift into the vent.
Valmiki, Kalidas and Tulsidas,
Caste was no barrier
Yet the vile political brass,
deluded the modest quarrier.
Do not assess the city
on vestiges of the past,
The irrelevant morbidity;
Fresh premises have amassed.