MUTINY

Some big day indeed! I can see
The big red building colorfully alight,
Dotted with Sahibs and Memsahibs in white.
They step down from plush, sleek white cars
To velvet green, red carpet with charm.
I see, I see them, they unseeing,
Men in white but men in dark.

How different it looks out there,
Colorful but in stark contrast
To where I stand; I son of none,
I am, I was forever………here
The black-market mongrel; austere
This place, I call………….my home
Where I design my thoughtful poem.

Together as white, as brown and grey.
They shout I hear a soul-less sound-
The “Vande Mataram,Vande Mataram” rounds.
Pathetic, I pity their perilous ways
Weighed down by heavy pockets, I say.
Cuffed by chains of ‘I’, ‘Me’ and ‘Mine’.
How can they have straightened spines?

Come again, heroes to Rama’s abode
And see how white-washed it looks.
They are all united now, all together-
Fair, dark, olive, sun burnt, all forever.
They now here celebrate celebrities
But name it now “Celebrating Diversity”.