1
There comes a day
So full of grief, that its gloom overwhelms
The joy of razing Babri Masjid to the ground.
2
That day is not far off
Dawns sooner than the Doomsday prophesied in Quran and Bible
That day is too close and comes doubling up.
3
That day … there will be nothing worthy left here
When all the foreign MNCs to the best of their might
Shall have looted every element … including river waters.
4
They will certainly see the stars in the day… the poor, weary
Thirsting devotees running after the chariots of their leaders…
When their parched tongues can’t reach out to a single drop of water.
5
Then, they will come to know
That somebody among their own ilk had misguided them;
That instead of torching what should have been torched
They scorched ant tortured their own brethren, children of soil
Hating and suspecting in the name of Dalits and Muslims.
6
That day
They shall realize
That it was NOT the North-eastern people,
The East, West or Southern states people,
Nor people of other native Indian languages,
Telangana or Andhra, that had plundered them…
But somebody else.
7
The day
When they gather the mortal remains of this country
The wisdom dawns…
That in a country where it is customary for the son
To light the funeral pyre of the parent,
Somebody had lit the funeral fire
putting the green, prosperous, united body-nation on pyre.
8
The children of that morrow
Shall regretfully learn they have lost something invaluable
For the foolish exercising of franchise by their forefathers.
9
Though the current generations are spineless
The future off-spring shall surely prove their salt
By bringing in a total revolution.
10
They don’t hold
A green or a saffron flag
But waving a flag of different hues
They usher in revolution in the concrete jungles.
Far exceeding the pleasure of Bharat Ratna Awardees
The soul of Bhagat Singh … shall rejoice from above.
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Saif Ali Gorey Syed,
Telugu, Indian
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