Sardar Vallabh Bhai Patel Weeps
ca. 1940, Probably India --- Vallabhbhai Patel (1875-1950) the Indian politician, at his desk. He was deputy Prime Minister from 1947 until his death. --- Image by © Hulton-Deutsch Collection/CORBIS
He wanted India to be One ...above caste color language or religion..
photo courtesy
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sardar vallabh bhai patel weeps
politicians drive a blunted dagger
through his heart
while the hardened soul
of a fragmented nation weeps
on our national unity
shadows
of factionalism
regionalism
parochialism
creep
political compulsions
defrauding democracy
come to Maharashtra
for a seconds peep
the bhaiyya in the throes of pain
a promise his state satraps could not keep
he came here to earn as an Indian
now battered bruised on a cow dung heap
yes we have progressed by leaps
terrorists come in from the back door
while our erstwhile government sleeps
why blame only Pakistan
some soul searching
within the cobwebs of our conscience
as the martyrs blood from
our country's flag seeps
what we sow another man reaps
lost illusions of our heritage
our past glory
political chicanery sweeps
from a pedestal back to a garbage heap
Sardar Vallabh Bhai Patel Weeps
ca. 1940, Probably India --- Vallabhbhai Patel (1875-1950) the Indian politician, at his desk. He was deputy Prime Minister from 1947 until his death. --- Image by © Hulton-Deutsch Collection/CORBIS
He wanted India to be One ...above caste color language or religion..
photo courtesy
content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/thumb/8/86/400px-S...
sardar vallabh bhai patel weeps
politicians drive a blunted dagger
through his heart
while the hardened soul
of a fragmented nation weeps
on our national unity
shadows
of factionalism
regionalism
parochialism
creep
political compulsions
defrauding democracy
come to Maharashtra
for a seconds peep
the bhaiyya in the throes of pain
a promise his state satraps could not keep
he came here to earn as an Indian
now battered bruised on a cow dung heap
yes we have progressed by leaps
terrorists come in from the back door
while our erstwhile government sleeps
why blame only Pakistan
some soul searching
within the cobwebs of our conscience
as the martyrs blood from
our country's flag seeps
what we sow another man reaps
lost illusions of our heritage
our past glory
political chicanery sweeps
from a pedestal back to a garbage heap