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Saturday, 26 October 2019

She Doesn't Live Here Anymore


























The woman is fooled again and again
She is poor and hungry
Her jobless sons are roaming
The streets where hoodlums rule
Getting shoved and kicked
Yet, she trusts them to help her!

The braggart up there had promised her
Money, a lot of money
Promised jobs to her sons
She hoped her lot would improve
In her simplicity she had voted for those hoodlums
But look what they have done!

Her daughter is sobbing in the dark room
She is beyond consolation
While she was coming back from school
They carried her to one of those houses
With farms and garden and iron gates
They bloodied her and abandoned her!

They told her to keep quiet
Otherwise they would finish
Her mother and brothers.
Those men that sit outside the political club
beside the road with arrogant flag flying
that knows only one way, its own!

Don’t look for the mother here
She has left this street six years ago
After mobocracy made a house on this street
And majoritarianism  became the new law here
And now ,  small voices are contemptuously  ignored
And stamped out if they become too irritating!

Indiana doesn’t live here any more
After her enemies abused her day and night
Hurled stones at her and at her house!
Can a person worth his or her name
Tolerate insults and violence endlessly?  She couldn’t!
She left ; she doesn’t live in the town anymore!

Xavier Bage
Tues, Oct 27, 2019




Wednesday, 9 October 2019

Don't Write Any Letter to Me



























Don't write any letter to me
Don't point at my loud mouth lies
Don't publish my festering faults
Though on me hover countless flies
Don't rake my sins in the market
I don't like those who do me this harm
I abhor them to the extreme, you bet.

With FIRs I threaten them
With court cases them I hound
From their jobs I drive them out
From their homes up I round
After them my Gestapo I send
I drag them to the concentrations!
Until their knees and minds they don’t bend!

I warn you again,
Do you want to end up in dungeon?
Don’t you know?
The voices I hate strangle I can!
Aren’t you aware how those names,
Have been eliminated?
Gauri, Kulbargi and Pansare of whatever fame!


Writer, poets, thinkers, artists, teachers,
Be afraid, O you so called intellectuals
Crawl before me if you wish to breathe
Sing my praises and be rewarded, do me rituals 
But, if you continue your irritating noise
I warn you of the damned consequences
When I’ll lose my camouflaged poise!


Xavier Bage
09 October 2019




Sunday, 6 October 2019

Isn't All Well in This Land?















Isn’t all well in our land?
It has been declared
from the highest pulpit.
All is well with the people
They live happy and contented life
Why don’t you believe?
So many others believe it,
You too must believe it!

These my faithful are so patriotic
They are clapping at my surgical strikes
They are thrilled, I’ve given them Balakot
They are exhilarated
I have landed a good slap at the neighbor’s cheek
These patriots love it
Why don’t you yell all is well?
Are you not a patriot?

The patriots don’t need jobs
I have given them the job of singing
Praises to me and maligning my opponent
Day in day out with all their energy
They sing hymns to me and genuflect
They are not hungry for food
I have fed them with something much better
A plate of food cooked in our kitchen
A pseudo religious dish, they love to lap !

Farmers ? Why speak of them?
I’ve given them schemes galore!
So numerous I can’t even keep track of all
My enemies ask ---
Why are so many of them committing suicide?
Surely not my fault!
How dare you lay the blame at my door?
You are tarnishing the image of the country?
And spoiling my name.
You are an "Urban Naxal" or what?!


Why this hue and cry about Kashmir?
Why shout when I arrest
those trouble making politicians?
Why should they be allowed to have their own flag?
Their own prime minister?
Never! One nation, one flag!
I am the only prime minister!
I want to embrace them
370 keeps them far from me
Now, the heaven is ours with its fairies!
And my devotees can have them!
Isn’t all well in our beloved motherland?



Xavier Bage
Sat, Sept 28, 2019

Friday, 4 October 2019

The Silent Lifeless Body of the Man

















The silent lifeless body of the man
Smeared with dust on the road
His shirt and pant tattered and
Stained with his blood still oozing
Cries aloud to heaven and the people
The silent lifeless body of the man!

He was a man alive and working
Just half an hour ago, passing by
In his little van carrying an animal
A group of men with saffron scarves
Accosted the van pulled the man out
He was a man alive and working!

 Those fired with foul fanatic zeal
Threw the hapless man on the road
Battered him with fists, kicks, rods
The lone man pleaded for his life
Their ears and hearts were stony
Those fired with foul fanatic zeal!

The man’s pleading fell on deaf ears
The cruel men carried on their crime
Their mouths yelled Jai to a holy name
The name of the demon slaying god
Here they slew a man like themselves
The man’s pleading fell on deaf ears!

On the dust lifeless robbed of dignity
Since then the victim has been lying
His tormentors have now dispersed
The passersby with dead humanity
Stand afar a while to stare at the fallen
On the dust lifeless robbed of dignity!

This New India is led by blind bigotry
Who will save this land of rainbow?
Of many colors, cultures and creeds
For their political greed for power
Diabolical intents have poisoned the air
This New India is led by blind bigotry!


Xavier Bage
Friday, Oct 4, 2019