Silence of the Revered Leader

 

The great leader is gone

And his ashes have been scattered

Into the rivers of the motherland

His last remain have mingled

With the vastness of the sea

May his soul rest in peace!

His glories have been sung

Flower petals have been showered

On his photos and portraits everywhere

Now he’s departed with his legacy

Permitting his followers to preferred paths

May his soul rest in peace!

Good, he was silent all these years

After he lost his power and voice

Was he pained at the sufferings

His successor heaped on the people?

Did the bard in him shed quiet tears?

From silence he’s passed to the silence!

Good, he was not given a senior chair

Of the dubious honour of way guides

If he had freedom to open his mouth

He would have speared his family

May his soul rest in eternal peace

And leave us all in internal pieces!

Xavier Bage

Thursday, August 23, 2018

How We Have Transformed Lately

How we have transformed lately!

What we held to be abnormal strongly

has fast become our accepted norm!

and we take pride in being violent!

We can lynch a compatriot willingly

and assert it to be patriotism!

We can shed blood of a fellow human

And think it to be a religious act!

In our zeal to serve the nation

We mutilate the soul of the land

 to declare our love for our mother

we hesitate not to violate women.

We were held in high esteem

In the hearts of all on the planet

For Gandhi and Buddha, lamps of our ways

Now we proudly garland the vandals!

Arrogance and hatred we wear

As medals on our vigilant chests

Holy sages so godly, we cruelly compel

to push our selfish political rathas!

Haven’t we changed for the better?

Isn’t our glory sung by foreign lips?

Declare the prostrating electronic voice

Conceit and deceit we embrace in love!

When the hubris descends upon us

And our karmas lead us to retribution

Can we blame the neighbor across

With a different credo than ours?

Xavier Bage

Friday, August 03, 2018

At A Bar Table

Rumour, Hearsay and Gossip

sat around a loaded table

in the dimmed bar -

Tipple and Tattle

To slurp and to sip!

Rumour was in bad mood

His SUV called WhatHuff

Has been impounded

With a rude traffic cop rap

Foamed he, “Those stinky brood!”

He banged the table hard

All at the tipsy table agreed

“Don’t those who ride to ruling thrones

The people of the Land feed

With Fakehood, Titter and canard?”

Xavier Bage

Wed, July 18, 2018

The Eyeballs

 

Many people are not convinced

When I say it has been raining

Heavily in Rajasthan

Streets there are flooded with rain water

They argue, how is it possible?

Rajasthan is a desert

Where no rain falls!

They have to see with their eyes!

Many people smile

And they look upwards to the sky

Showing the white of their eyeballs

When I say that I’ve seen ghosts

They think I’m queer to believe such things

There’s no such thing as ghosts

They say.They know everything,

They have seen everything!

They turn their head when I say I am a soul

Only my body of flesh and bones, they see

They laugh when I say that I am a spirit

They themselves are spirits

But I’m surprised how they miss

The truth they themselves carry!

Aren’t we talking pigs if we are not spirits?

How can the eyeball people be convinced!

Xavier Bage

Thurs, July 12, 2018

NEW INDIA ???

This morning many of us saw

Three young men pulling a woman

Towards the forest

Why do you think they did such a thing?

For reasons known to all best!

And look at the brazen cruelty

They even video recorded the act!

And uploaded it on social media!!

This is the fearless generation

Of the lawless New India!!!

Xavier Bage

Sat, July 07, 2018