Hear me Brothers and Sisters,
Fear and lies walk hand in hand.
Sired by the rich and shameless,
To control this sacred land.
They just smile their plastic smiles,
And pretend to be our friends.
But they'll try to use us all,
For their own devilish ends.
They preach the same old message,
On a soapbox wrought with flame.
Without any solutions,
They point at the ones to blame.
With division on their lips,
And Hellfire in their eyes.
They say who we should believe,
And say who we should despise.
They dance us acrooss the stage,
Like mere puppets on their strings.
And blind us with false visions,
Till we see what evil brings.
If we stay true to ourselves,
Each one of us standing tall.
Laying down our aggression,
Is the hope for one and all.
I must admit I do enjoy watching the country unravel at times
that's what spices up a mundane life
makes us appreciate calmer times.
How I do enjoy watching the uncoiling mayhem
Martin looter kings and Drama queens
trying to ignite a darker form of change
(passive resistance and civil disobedience be damned).
How I do enjoy watching the uncoiling mayhem,
a combat sport at its very finest.
A twitchy thin blue battle line versus
a pulsing cluster of malcontents...
A mixologist's dream:
tumblers of tear gas
Molotov on the rocks
pockets of flaming shots -
Goblets of salt rimmed shattering glass -
whirling cherry bombs and baton.
Wrestling matches-naval shots and bloody Mary lips.
The blue man group atop Battle horses
sirens and flares inter-coursing...
Wish I had the balls to join in the fun.
but I do the next best thing,
steer my recliner-straight into the fracas.
Passive resistance
Expelled uncharted voyage
Miserably failed.
No farewell
Crossing boundaries all
On and off the ground
Testimony of breaking records
In domains many as well
For whom responsibility
And not simply duty was but God
Scaling heights many
Turning living legend
Master though with dream and
Later achievements massive.
Born with a promise to run
And lead others to run after-
Friends or foes.
Soft and cool
Tender but bold
With passive resistance
Sans complain and no pride
Crowned but with no crown
In hearts all adorned
For years long and ages to come
With humility all
Confidence and pride of nationals all
And respect commanding from opponents too,
Saying good bye to self,
The first ever love
Who I think had considered
“Sarbadharman parityajya”
To achieve Nirvana
And turning God
By complete merger in
Cricket-God’s call
“mamekam saranam braja.”