Oh! Dear Bapu

Oh! Dear Bapu

Couldn’t believe that in the land

That gave you birth?

There could be such a queer seer

Who claimed to have read scriptures, quoted,

That the woman cooking in her period

For her husband would be born a she-dog 

As per karma in the next birth.

If this wasn’t queer enough

Why did the principal of a school had to strip search

The girls in their period for they were 

Neither cooking nor married?

If this wasn’t queer enough

Why does the state build a wall of shame?

To hide the poverty

Instead of getting rid of it.

And what if the walls would speak?

OR

Why does the municipality spend some 100 crores 

To spruce up the city

When they could have spent the money

To save 100s of babies who died in the

Hospitals of the municipality. 

Yet the leaders would tango

To the tune of tararumpum

And would pay their homage to you

At the Sabarmati Ashram. 

What will you do Bapu?

They have made you a pappu.

If you were to stretch your neck and see

You can spot the tallest statue by the Narmada

For whom the state sings Patel Rap

For Jawahar, they give on the knuckle, many a rap.

For the people who got displaced

Yet they are to find a place!

Some blame you for not handing over the ruler’s baton to

The Sardar of the Patel Rap.

But instead you anointed Jawahar

And the nation has come along, yet so far. 

The duo from the same land that duelled with the minority

Has come to rule the majority

Blind in their faith the minions follow

Their whims and fancy, to indulge they allow

The result being that the nation is hollowed.

Oh! Dear Bapu

Couldn’t believe this was the land

That gave birth to you.