A mere cosmic mistake? Nah! I must be a sculpture by some seasoned…
Unshaken, calm and hopeful
the old saint, a sadhu as we say,
looked hopeful with the guard
by his side before he lay
unconscious on the ground, pushed
to death untimely
by the savage beasts dancing and shouting
to the tune of subversion…
Sadhus do not die.
He did not die. Yes, I don’t lie.
Sadhus don’t die!
We are dead. You are dead.
And so am I.
Deeply pained by the brutal murder of two innocent Sadhus with complacent police and savage murderers who lynched two innocent, fragile and blissful persons. Are we really seeing this? Bharat has been a land of sages and seers traditionally. Ah! I still cannot unwant that calm face the old Sadhu had… Ram, forgive us! We failed your country. The blind followers of hate cannot see and those who can, cannot plea.