Yaay! A Dalit President!!

Be this way or be that way

All stars are in agreement

Be happy, O Indian Dalit,

A Dalit will be the President!

“What good will it do me?

 Will any change my life see?”

 “Think, someone like you bare

 Adorns the highest Indian chair?

 His name in honor will be loud

 In him your kind can be proud.

To have one, the PM is bent!

Ask not of change, won’t be any

Lash and lynch will claim many

Being beaten, trodden is your fate

Your huts will still be desolate

Excellency will bear your name

Thus, you’re saved of all shame

Cry not when robbed or rent!

Xavier Bage

Sat, July 01, 2017

The Doctrine

The Beloved leader was thumping

Proudly his well declared manly chest

In the square nigh the glorious House

Over three years he’s fared so honest

And in striking his armed surgery

On the terrorizing mountain mouse!

At that moment, in an Indian village

A mother was beating her chest in grief

For her dear young son had been slain

By some foot soldiers of a narrow brief

In a joyous season on a happy travel

The boy fell amidst rumble of the train!

Cry, Mother India cry, it’s a day to mourn

The Doctrine rules on the land’s throne

His wishes are laws, the Law at his side

He breaks bridges, exclusion is his tone

Power is his aim masked in holy shroud

Chasms in hearts, he digs deep and wide!

              

Wed, June 28, 2017

              

Flesh

O four-legged domestic animal
You are surely a goddess.

In my primary school

I was told to write

A paragraph on you

I was given a model paragraph

To base my work on it

Instead I copied down

On my exercise ‘copy’-book

I made good use of the copybook!

Now, I truly accept you are Mother

Because many of my countrymen say so

And are angry

enough to lynch other Indians

To protect you!

O two-legged domestic human,

You are surely flesh!

In my childhood you were my mother

My sister and my school mate

You were a person like me

To be loved and to love

To respect and to be faithful to

Now I am shocked to find you

Bared and bloodied by my countrymen

Teased and taunted on streets

Ravaged and raped in buses

 Battered and butchered in bushes

Woman, I’m forced and compelled

To accept what I never imagined

That you are flesh,

You are nothing but flesh!

Xavier Bage

Mon, June 26, 2017

              

Welcome Beloved Monsoon

Welcome, beloved Monsoon,

Welcome from my deep

as you ballet on  earth’s  stage

You make the rain-born leap!

From side to side you sway

With gesture gushy and gay,

Rhythm of falling drops time

In the winds melodious play

Joyous children of Mother Nature

From behind the windows peep.

Horizons burn in flashing light

Even dirty urchins look so bright

Clouds beat the drum in rumble

 The sum is an unearthly sight

Stars and moon wait backstage

Their silent procession to keep!

Little rivers on the roads flow

Inviting my paper boats to row

Frogs in the mud pool raise yells

Farmers head to fields to plow

Baby seeds are eager to sprout

It’s  time to wake from sleep!

Xavier Bage 
Thurs, June22, 2017

The Ultimate Visitor

That the visitor will come

A truth, it is rock-like sure

But when, how and where

No human can conjecture!

One may have gathered glory

As feared ruler and emperor

He meets the very same fate

That waits a beggar and pauper!

One may have amassed wealth

By many means foul and fair

It cannot defer his departure

However much he may dare!

A child is born with breaths

Bundled for it in its chest

He begins to expend them

In his actions and in his rest

A river begins in the mountains

It hurries down the slope

No command can then halt it

To tie its flow there’s no rope

Once the stream runs its course

it will melt in the waiting sea

A little long, a little short perhaps

its journey  in world can be!

Let’s celebrate the jubilee

To thank and praise the Lord

He alone is the Master and King

He gifts us years as his accord!

Xavier Bage

Sun, June 17-18, 2017