A Lovely Easterly Blows — Badri Raina

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BADRI RAINA | Caravan Daily

 

These are the Ides of March,

A hint of Spring is in the air;

An Easterly from Gorakhpur

Sings “Tyranny’s end is near.”

 

A scent of flowers from Phulpur

Sweetens, spreads the Easterly;

Araria says “I stand my ground,”

The Republic gives thanks to vox populi.

 

A million utterances assail

I AM THAT I AM;

Patchwork cunning comes apart

As pent-up miseries breach the dam.

 

Alas how the human gods forget

That oppressions have a season;

Come the time their fearsome frauds

Crumble to common reason.

 

Then the little man’s simple posers

Hollow the pretence of majesty,

The concocted robes of pre-eminence

Slip, revealing perfidy.

 

May the summer, Autumn, Winter

Give us a perpetual Spring;

May fear and hate be buried deep,

May love and justice reign as king.

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