DANCING DEVIL
V. Rama Rao
In the Wee hours
On my morning walk
Near Rajghat
I heard somebody calling
Shanti!… Shanti!…
Turned Back
None!
Walked a while
Again Shanti! Shanti!…
Same known voice
It’s Mahatma!?
Wondering I asked him
Why are you calling Shanti? Bapu?…
Where is Shanti!? Oh! Mahatma?
That’s why I am calling Shanti,
Bapu replied:
Wherever you see
Only bloodsheds
Dividing India, Splitting into pieces
In the name of racisms, religionisms
How do you expect peace for my Athma?
Whenever delegates, Politicians
Put wreaths on my Samadhi
I’m feeling the floral pricks
Rather than fragrance
Hoping for united India
Thought future India’ll be shining bright
My dreams haven’t come true
That’s why I’m crying for peace.
Poor Bapu!
Where is Shanti?…
It’s “Ashanti!”
Now a dancing devil
On our Mahabharat