Mainstream, VOL LIII No 46 New Delhi November 7, 2015
Cowed Down, But not Quite
Tuesday 10 November 2015, by
Perched on the horns of Nandi,Bharat strikes back,Too quarrelsome to be cowed down.And too hypocritical to boot:Looking askance from a garbage dump,A thoughtful cow moos her rebuke:“Having no fodder for me, you willLet me munch of plastic; havingNo shelter, I may roamThe busy street in mortal risk toLife and limb; driving in your latestFad, you may ride over my leg,Unmindful of my existence; carefulOf your till, you may send me offTo far climes and hostile countries,Just so long as you do not haveBlood on your hands, although,All pusillanimity notwithstanding,You stll feed me to high-class customerIn five-star hotel; I refuse thusYour politics, preferring to chewWhat cud I can from kind men andWomen who do not use me to featherTheir honest nests; let me not beThe cause that this country is hostageTo violent contention that has littleTo do with any bovine intention;Your sins are many; do not holdOn to my tail for a successful franchise—Your idea of salvation—for I, thatA cow I am, may well burstInto popular rage and kickYou where it hurts the worst.Begone, dissembler and mereUser of cows; you always wereAnd always will remain a louse.”After such reprimand whatArgument. Already, the hoiPolloi reject the cynical perfidy.