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"IN THE LAND OF BUDDHA!" - a poem by my friend Ratan

I would have liked to write about my friend Ratan, but perhaps a quadruple of posts can only do the justice to him, me and the world both of us share. Ratan is in Allahabad and will remain so, as he is planning to shift from Delhi to there, it appears ... completely. Here is a poem by him, the theme is based on Genocide of Tamils in Sri Lanka.

"IN THE LAND OF BUDDHA!"

haa lankesh,
haa haa lankesh !
naash karo tum naash karo,
niti,riti,
sab prit ka,
vichaar, gyan,
tum manav-man ka,
naash karo tum naash karo,
haa lankesh,
haa haa lankesh !
boond boond kya?
tum dhaara bahaavo,
hind mahaasagar tum lal karo,
samundr jal kuchh aur khaara ho,
bhishaan tum chitkar karo,
haa lankesh,
haa haa lankesh !
nanhon ko tum bikhlane do,
karo tarunon ka tum kop bhaakshaann,
man kanpe.........
thaar-thaar-thaar-thaar
thaar-thaar-thaar-thaar
haa lankesh,
haa haa lankesh !
karo tum bhishaan haal-chaal,
dekho yah chita fir n dahaad sake,
usakee aatma bhi n chinghaad sake,
golion kee tum jhaadi lagao,
nabh se bhi aag barasavo,
haa lankesh,
haa haa lankesh !
aaj n tumhe koee ram rokega,
n hi tumhe buddh ka gyan rokega,
nahin ruddh karega koee mahaadanav kee gati,
tum manavata ka kal karo,
haa lankesh,
haa haa lankesh !
--makabool.{kumar ratan}

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