>≫≫Communalism - Poem by Abdul Wahab
Open your dictionary
And see there is a word called minority
In the constitution of most of the countries
That word is included, too
You may or may not belong
Right here I belong to them
And I know exactly what, where and when
Burns their aspirations pinpoint
And when I ask the government
For a bucket of drinkable water
And a piece of wheat flower bread
What’s the wrong with it?
Why should that request be termed as racial or communal?
Rather communal is he who opposes my rightful demand
As I never question or go critical over his rights
He should come along with me to pray
That our life should be full of joy in abundance.
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