Salman Rushdie, your golden-rimmed specs
And the French-cut beards
Just a bit on the chin
And that all clean shaven
And one eye slanting,
All tell of your personality,
Calm composure,
A posture held aloft.
Rushdie, your personality
Undaunted and daring
Is adventuresome and risk-taking,
A writer born to defend freedom of speech
And expression,
Dying for at any cost,
A writer indefatigable
And unexhausted!
Salaman, may I ask,
Are you not yourself the golden boy
Of literature,
A knight on the horse-back
With a little bit of hair on the crown
Of the head,
A balding
With the silver plate?
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