If violence be her creed
I would care not to live in India….
Bullets of violence,
Ripped my ribs to dumb me
To live like a portrait…
With eyes but no tears,
With lips but no words,
With limbs but no works
Thanks I am not there to see
The demolition of Babri,*
The fire in Godhra **
The ethnic bomb in Kandhmal,***
The dismembered limbs in Kalinga****
26/11 Mumbai stains,
India of my dreams
The Ganges of holiness,
The plains of purity,
The heaven for millions of gods
Being shot every moment
May rot like a portrait.
Note: Written after reading a quotable statement by Gandhiji - if India makes violence her creed and I have survived I would not care to live in India.
** Godhra-a place in Gujarat that witnessed communal riot
*** Kandhamal-in Orissa that witnessed communal violence
**** Kalinga – a place in Orissa