You've Done Us Proud : To Mithalli and Her Team

You’ve done us proud, O Eves

You’ve truly made us proud

A billion voices are shouting

From roads and rooftops aloud!

On the hallowed land of Lords

You fought so well and hard

Your bravery has inspired

Words from this humble bard

From one corner to the other

You’ve enthralled the crowd.

You’ve truly made us proud!

You’ve won the nation’s heart

You’ve fired thousand minds

Many will to follow your steps

Will to be listed in your kinds

An Everest you’ve conquered

To you mountains have bowed

You have truly made us proud!

Xavier Bage

Thursday, July 27, 2017.

A Flag on the Power Hill

                                        

 

I hear our India has a new President

A Dalit will be the next Raisina resident,

Whose power will extend to the ends

From Kashmir’s snow to ocean’s waves

From the salty plains to brave Naga hills

Let’s hope, us down-trodden he saves!

In a village, a damp mud- hut of pain

That leaked profusely during a rain

My! How hard his life must have been!

What, I wonder, was the magic wand,

That changed his dwelling into a palace!

And his lowly life into a royal brand!

Will our life mutate for his kingly state?

Will peace and prosperity be our mate?

Will no one now cane our backside bare?

Will our girls be safe from lust assault?

Will our thatched roof not be torched?

Will all injustice on us and insults halt?

Dream not, he’s just a flag on power hill

Expect him not, your poor field to till

He’s been lifted by his potent creator

To whom he’d ever be reverently bent

Lick and slurp, my fortunate lot in huts

One of your own to the throne is sent!

Tues, July 25, 2017

Sow Love Reap Love

Sow paddy, reap paddy

Sow wheat, reap wheat

Plant mango, pluck mango

Fruit of work, you meet!

Sow love, reap love

Be merciful, mercy reap

It’s Karma, isn’t it so?

In creation sown deep?

Sow hate in your field

Hate will be the fruit

Honor’s harvest is honor

That’s the golden route.

"Before and after the day

They’ve shown me dislike
Thrown thorns on my path

I’ll avenge with spikes!"

Sow violence, reap violence

Fallen blood, for blood cries

Wounds in any holy name

Stand unjust and unwise!

Is it such a high mystery?

Beyond your mind’s might?

That you keep stupidly stoking

The fires of fiendish fight?

Permit peace a fair chance

And peace sure will prevail

It’s God’s gift, precious grace

Wiping human tears and wail!

Xavier Bage

Fri, July 14, 2017

Demon in the Temple

Too much of supply

Makes the prices fall

The law of economics

Rules whole world tall

Isn’t it true for humans?

Such abundant birth

 Has harmed our worth?

An infant has been found

In the garbage heap

Living blood is spilled

On the roads, so cheap

Isn’t our priority proved?

A quadruped is worshiped

As human limbs lie ripped!

We must make a return 

Or change our course

If not, we come to death

With a load of remorse

Placing demon in the temple

For the curse we brought

In walking such thought!

         

Xavier Bage

Sat, 08, July 2017