O City! Poem by Madhav Sarkunde

O City!



O City
I don’t approve
Of this face of yours!
Seeing your a such
Horrible mien I regret
My stay in here.

All the people
Who claim to be
Civil and civilized
In normal times,
Why do they go on
The rampage in
The name of religion?

Various birds and beast
Live in the same jungle
Bu they don’t raise
Such clouds of holy dust.

Scriptures assert
All beings are created
By the Almighty
Then why do the birds and beasts
Not take out a rally of any god
Or celebrate his birth anniversary?
Why don’t they raise
A temple
A mosque
A pagoda
A Gurudwar
For their creator?

Is it that they all have
Turned atheists?
Or secular like
Our Constitution?

O city
I don’t like
Your facade riddled
With orgies of religious
Extremities
The rat race of religion
And subsequently raised
Dust-storms of wantonness
Strangulates me.

Really I feel stifled
In the smog of blue
Green and saffron hues
Where would these rallies terminate?
At salvation or cremation?
O my dear city!
Do you have answers to these questions?

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