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The Mahatma



He can be portrayed by two or three 
Simple pencil strokes.... 
He was as simple as that...
The epitome of simplicity.. 
The Mahatma, father of our nation ...
And he practiced what he preached..
Truth, nonviolence, and simple living...

But, alas!! We could never understand him...
May be because we are too complex...
That we can't decipher simplicity...
Ohhh!!! Yes!!!! How complex we are!!!
For whatever be the issue, we need to seggregate it into...
Politics, religion, caste, subcastes, regions and so on...
In order to react... 
How complex things are!!!

In the meantime time....
There are muffled cries of daughters of India...
From across the country...
From bajra, wheat and sugarcane fields...
From running cars, buses and trains..
Muffled because their tongues are bitten off...
They are strangled and battered....
Or they are simply hanged...

However, Bapu,
We do celebrate your birthday every year...
We pretend that we understand you..
We dress up and scatter flowers...
At your resting place...
You would be writhing under those flowers... 

Sorry, Bapu...
But you are the father of millions of rougues..
This country is wretched...
It has become soulless ....
It is not being inhabited by humans anymore...


Preetha Raj

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