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Mainstream, VOL LI, No 1, December 22, 2012 [Annual 2012]
The Shrine
Wednesday 2 January 2013
#socialtagsThe shrine was made of goldBedecked with jewelsAnd in the altarLay the redolent image,When they cameFor the final pillage.First there was a whimper,Then a cry,Finally a crescendo roseTo do or die.Outside the peopleWondered what wereThese endless meetingsThose secret confabulations;Was it a questionTo be or not to be,When infact he could haveExisted anywhereOr for that matter, everywhere?They hoped rationality would reign.But they brayed,No one can refute,There is now a dispute;A golden thresholdHas been crossed,The very lakshman rekha as it were.Meanwhile the poorSat outside the templeIn a patient line,Begging for alms,So they could lightA chullah and eat, justFeed their starving children;It was an extraordinary featTo stay hungry and quietFor so long.Inside the templeThe fragrance did subside,The flowers died,There was so much brouhahaOver an idolCalled Ram Lalla.Meanwhile they didSomething so fine,They lowered the line,The one that defines povertyAnd said;You are self sufficient and richDo not try to abridgeOur identityin the world.You beggars are a scourge,Get moving,The world is coming to see usAt the commonwealth hub,At the high table of the nuclear club.You who walkwith bowls in tattersAre a shame,To go nuclear is our tryst with destiny;Do not this hour recount your poverty,But join the festivity.Wrap your leprous stubs,Hide your scabs,Keep quiet about just a few scams.Bend your knees in supplicationWe have joined the global destination.And the poorJust shivered,At the seemingJustice of man,Over the justiceOf God.May 14, 2012Sagari Chhabra