I saw a gathering
Of ten veiled faces and one thousand unveiled ones.
The ten were baptising the other
And it was a baptism by blood!
A man clad in plain cotton cloth and
Another one clad in red baptised thirty miliion by turns
A man clad in saffron and a man in green baptised fifty million next.
And the lone woman baptised sixty million next.
I saw a mother lying dead by the two infants born to her*
They had no identical semblance between them!
I saw a man with a pink veil baptising twenty five million and
His cunning big brother sprinkling blood on their fifty million brethren.
I saw the other three men standing apart from one another
But they were baptising the remnant gathering of hundreds of million.
Blood was running every where after the baptism
And another Jordan started rushing forth!
Politics, Language, Religion, Caste, Geographical entities... everything has become a subject of contention and confrontation! Violence- has become the order of the day. People live in fear and terror. We hear about and witness gory scenes and blood shed. Any sensitive soul with a spark of patriotic fervour in him feels weighed down by the suffering and torture that go on unmitigated. As ever your blade is sharp, Dinesh! !
Yeah rightly said by you... battle in the bushes... May you check my poem titled Scam scam oh no it's only my scream!
Oh unveiled one thy fate in stake made groups and sprinkle red forgetful people will not remember the past....dividing for rule, dividing for loot we born to be slaughtered to destroy the relation very interesting burning topic and AP is in flame some sat on hunger strike some happy with the division thank you for nice analogies and good style 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is political baptism.UPA NDA and the Third Front yet to be formed. and theirs leaders communally segregate Indians as part of their power struggle. Sound symbols.