Month: August 2001

Bapa

What do I write on thee, words are at loss?   “Be a brave general and true servant” And you “dedicated me to society” It was ten, I remember I was then. Never felt like asking you if that meant I was going to be away from home and family.   Father, one lifetime is transient. Yours. And mine. Not all your dreams will result, nor my immaturity. Popular minds do not speak a tale, a tale of honesty Stereotyping I did not know, for it was not thine.   No thought-control. No ideological pill. You offered me from Gandhi to Lenin A God who resides in hearts and yet one I could defy, you said it matters little   “Be a brave general and true servant” And you “dedicated me to society” It was ten, I remember I was then. Never felt like asking you if that meant I was going to be away from home and family.   And I saw the reflections of a struggle Did not shelter in cheap history-texts Your …