not only in jungles,
but
the beasts are everywhere,
also
in our neighborhood—
hornless,
tailless,
clawless,
Biped,
and
totally resembling humans.
these
beasts enjoy civil rights,
adorned
with beautiful names
like
crests upon their ugly heads !
they
pounce upon our kids
playing
like squirrel’s nurslings
as
hunting dog.
they
kill our full-blooded youngmen.
they
dream the smell of our flesh
they
push us into the ravines
and
oppress like the sheep in the confines.
they
drive us away with dislodged anchors
shoving
on the islets
and
we are thrown back miles away
from
the land of civilization.
and
it becomes a trial then
to
live among the beasts.
these
beasts can’t be taught
history,
biology or anthropology.
that
curse doesn’t pay
we
have come to know by experience.
yes,
even if it hails
from
the deeper recesses of the heart.
none
becomes heirless,
none
gets affected with witchery,
however
best you adore your clan-deity.
shrill
has no bill.
and
sigh has no flames at its summit.
helplessness
is the second name of exhalation.
abusing
is unmolesting and unharmful
like
a flower or hair.
none
gets drowned
if
pushed by hatred.
even
lava-like words
turn
into spit
and
disappear like dew
without
wetting anything.
neither
the sky falls down
nor
the earth quakes
by
moaning in the wasteland
before
the birds and trees.
and
these beasts poke fun at our recurring ordeals.
however
efficient a pen
it
can create only a poem of agony,
but
the nib of the very same pen,
if
pricked into the skin
can
bing us face to face with pain
the
poet in a sense, is a Krishna—
destitution
may disappear through Karma.
don’t
wait in the vain hope
for
the incarnation after 1980 years.
the
deceptive hope will only breed
more
children of beasts
now
they play unbridled havoc.
and
under their authority
we
have to live the peaceful co-existence
like
the tiger and the goat.
now
is the time to see
our
dark bodies reflected in the stream of time.
lo,
even the shadow is enormous than the body !
the
savarna brides yearn secretly
for
those muscular arms
and
full-blooded thighs !
beasts
are scared of fire,
beasts
are scared of lighted torches,
beasts
are scared of a handful of dust.
beasts
are scared of a straightened finger.
yes,
finger leads the way.
thrust
the road-like finger
and
see there is a way through.
assemble
the fingers
and
see there is an iron fist.
you
know
mohemad
ali is black but never a slave.
this
fist embosses your mark of protest & pride
on
the forehead of the beast.
these
beasts horn upon
the
civil right acts of ambedkar.
manu
is right therefore :
beating
is the best policy.
if
they don’t get into our cooking-pot,
if
they disobey the fires of our oven
shred
them as vegetables.
it
is rather a tough job.
but
still darwin’s law of evolution
is
our optimism—
beasts
will be no more
and
man will survive—
‘survival
of the fittest.’
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