O! Mahatma Gandhi!
You taught us non-violence
But we slaughter easily
Our own sisters and brothers
We create an institution
To promote your ideals
Yet we subject to ordeal
The destitute of our nation
Bride-burning and bribery
Casteism and untouchability
We puff in snobbery
Losing our accountability
O! Mahatma! Do not weep and curse
This beloved nation of ours
When the books of your messages
Are used only for binding packages
Categories:
untouchability, life, social,
Form: Verse
Life & Death
I heard a squelch of death again
I yearned for my life once again
The canvas for her is real vast
But in a moment, she completes her task
To put in a query is a tough ask
None could ever unveil the mask
The date, the time & the venue
Each moment brings a target new
When and where does she strike?
If and only if, the time is ripe
Some consider it the destination
Others find reasons for procrastination
Apartheid and untouchability to her is very rife
Hugging her at the right time is real life.
16 September, 2019
Random World Poetry Contest
Sponsored by. Nina Parmenter
Categories:
untouchability, death, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme
I wonder how a titan
rose from the country
of dwarfs.
Recalling him now seems
Like talking about dinosaur
where with no living forms of
that magnitude in vogue
We get the idea of enormity
from fossils:
His relentless insistence on truth,
No gulf between
preaching and practice,
Ceaseless struggle for swaraj,
Humble ideal of trusteeship,
Heroic crusade against injustice
and discrimination,
Calm campaign agaist untouchability,
All this intrvowen with fine fabric
of life like a piece of home-spun
Khadi challenges credulity.
Categories:
untouchability, people, philosophy, uplifting,
Form: Free verse
Yesterday,
When I were coming back,
From local library,
A bell was ringing,
In a church, on a street.
Few minutes were left,
A prayer was in action.
The old ladies were mentioning,
They had a cold morning,
And checking the heating system.
When a lady hand shacked me,
She was delighted to met my warm hands,
The father had a payer for peace,
Asian Earthquake, Human rights agencies,
And all for sick and needy persons,
Father was blessing and serving,
A piece of breed as a body of Christ,
Red Wine as blood of Christ.
Everyone tastes from one vessel.
I was delighted to see all.
When my turn came,
Father stopped his service,
And asked me, Are you Christian?
I said, No,
He normally blessed me.
He didn’t involve me to share.
To eat a body of Christ
Or to suck his blood,
I was thinking about almighty God,
That is belief, God is one,
And we all are brothers and sisters,
But I was thinking about that distinction.
A saw of a shadow of my untouchability.
Categories:
untouchability, adventure, caregiving, devotion, education,
Form: Verse