Ballad of Bharat

Split in two

What should be but one

By a history

Most Cruel

To those unwilling to duel

Every now and then

Harsh lessons

Learned in part

Ignored in others

Making fires

Smoldering ashes

Re-ignited by fuel

Recreating the tools

Of domination

Over the nation

By individuals

Forming a group

With little use

Of patience

Tearing Bharat

Apart

At the seams

Woven together

By Akbar’s dreams

Of a land

And rulership

Of the open seas

In the vicinity

Of the Sri Lankan Breeze

And the Karachi sleaze

Of Calcutta’s slums

And the Bombay teashop chums

With no need for guns

With a never-setting sun

Where battles are neither won

Nor lost

Merely to be decided in a

Compromised

Civilized

Manner

Befitting these nobles

People

Unequaled by the stories

And tales

Of all other places

Glimmering smiles

On their beautiful brown faces

In a subtle

Celebration

Of the glory of their

Nation

To be together again

As fate has determined

The fascists

Cannot comprehend

Bharat will be again