All the following four pieces were in the closing days of 1989, and they were located in a old diary yesterday. I am not a poet in any strict sense of the term.But somehow or the other I have imbibed some poetic impulse or a particular style of narrating an event in a poetic prose or free verse. I wish I had written more during those times, when I had more air and fire.
Some one called you as Idiot Box
I don’t know how far it is true,
But one thing is clear to everyone
Till recently you were a bonded labor.
Fresh wind of freedom is blowing
Across the world and our own subcontinent
You are also going to be liberated.
Will you really become free and independent?
Truly autonomous in letter and spirit
Can you cope with the change?
Giving objective assessments and
Well reasoned arguments.
Beware !
You have the legacy of the past
Branding opposition as dacoits
Portraying the rulers as patriots and saviors
You could insulate yourselves now
No more hero worship
To usher in a vibrant democracy.
Finally a word from the far off south
There is a vast sea of humanity
Beyond the Hindi-heart land
They have keen eyes and alert eyes
But not privileged enough
To watch and hear.
For the physically handicapped
There is a special programme
Will you invent a new channel
For the linguistically handicapped
You can prevent
The North-South Divide
Open up new vista of knowledge
Entertain and educate, the young and the old
In an understandable language.
29th Dec 1989
Some one called you as Idiot Box
I don’t know how far it is true,
But one thing is clear to everyone
Till recently you were a bonded labor.
Fresh wind of freedom is blowing
Across the world and our own subcontinent
You are also going to be liberated.
Will you really become free and independent?
Truly autonomous in letter and spirit
Can you cope with the change?
Giving objective assessments and
Well reasoned arguments.
Beware !
You have the legacy of the past
Branding opposition as dacoits
Portraying the rulers as patriots and saviors
You could insulate yourselves now
No more hero worship
To usher in a vibrant democracy.
Finally a word from the far off south
There is a vast sea of humanity
Beyond the Hindi-heart land
They have keen eyes and alert eyes
But not privileged enough
To watch and hear.
For the physically handicapped
There is a special programme
Will you invent a new channel
For the linguistically handicapped
You can prevent
The North-South Divide
Open up new vista of knowledge
Entertain and educate, the young and the old
In an understandable language.
29th Dec 1989
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