When I first wrote this poem on Modi almost an year and half ago, I used Banaras as a metaphor. What a providential coincidence that he is contesting from Banaras... The leader has arrived When the words of the Gurudev, Of liberty that he dreamed- For long were lost, like a pilgrim In the squalid narrow lanes of the city Where death as a boon is deemed -Now flow like the Ganges pure Rejuvenating the wearied souls Beneath the skies azure. When freedom begins to gleam Through the illusion that was, The Mother that Emma (Lazarus) conceived Is born again in this land for the free And the torch of liberty shines forth…
Posted on: Sun, 16 Mar 2014 12:57:53 +0000
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