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