(Teachings of Gita in modern parlance)
A magician you were
and a shrewd one, that too,
to woo and hypnotize a confused warrior
who wished to shun war
and was in two minds,
‘Is there any gain
with the blood of kith and kin the sword to stain?’
But with the pretext of wiping off evil
you encouraged him to take out the sword
for a shadow fight,
say Lord, was that just, was that right?
A shadow fight, for the little bird safe under the bell
was the eye witness every detail to tell
your wheel killed one and all…
Manipulation, sheer manipulation,
though words of wisdom –
sacred and sublime, you spoke.
On the chess board of time
wasn’t valiant Arjun just a pawn?
And today, Oh Lord!
The rich and the rulers of the poor land
repeat your tricks…
In the pretext of larger good
Global villages are designed and built
on farmer’s land at astronomical costs.
The poor has no roof over his head,
no food to fill his hungry stomach,
money changes hands in millions,
honesty and corruption –
both are now middle class notion!
It is neither poor man’s cup of tea
nor the concern of the rich…
Virtue and morality have gone for a toss,
Jesus shall now regret why did he carry the heavy Cross,
Buddha and Gandhi are at their wit’s end,
War between good and evil who shall defend?