O my Lord Siva, the luring Dancer!
If I bring to your notice
the fallen value of Rupee against the Dollars,
which has triggered a spiral of price rise,
You turn the attention of the people
to the ‘Super Hercules’ aircraft
landed at the Ladakh-Tibet border!
Don’t forget my Lord, we import
onions from the workaholic China.
O my Lord Mahavir, the matchless Ascetic!
When I plead with You to retaliate
against the heinous crimes of
Social Organisations like ISI, L-e-t and so on,
You make the poor amazed at
the sight of the Food Security Packages
and snatch their votes pawned
and sold to the regional parties!
O my Lord Jesus, the Merciful!
If I shed tears and urged You
to see the downed health of the people,
drinking under-distilled liquors
of the unscrupulous distillers who supply
drinks through the shops of the government
to the underprivileged sections of the people,
You show the gigantic hospitals built
and new medical colleges opened!
O my Lord Buddha, the desireless!
When I request You to cast Your eyes on
the impenitent rulers of Lanka
daring to hold a Common Wealth Conference,
and convince the Indian Prime Minister
to keep off that Conference,
You catch the imagination of the youths
towards the film ‘Madras Cafe’
where people enjoying unlimited freedom
are said to be blaming a whole race as rebels.
All of You my Lords, descend to India
where a political party handed over
a half of Kashmir to Pakistan
and the whole of Katchativu Island to Lanka.
See the beauty of India shrinking!
Their next charity will be Tripura
to the poor, hardworking Bangladesh
and Ladakh or Arunachal to the sleepless China.
Before they begin these charities,
come all of you to inspire the bright
to carve out a secular, honest national party.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem