‘The
Supermen’ was composed by me on the eve of the 66th Republic Day when the president was to be the Chief Guest at the
Parade.
“I’m right
because I’m right,” says man
And like
an adolescent listens to no reason.
To look
the earth turning red
And to
hear the sky crying
Are his
favourite pastimes.
The world
is a stage – to sadomasochism,
He is
rehearsing his hymn.
Babies are
balloons; women cushions;
He loves
to reap the fields planted with humans.
The dead
spread deaths;
The
civilization its leaves sheds
Perhaps to
make new shoots.
The autumn,
it looks, is at the door.
No walls,
no door, no roof –
The living
one lives in the house life-proof.
Nobody
knows the cause of strife,
Not even
who is dead and who is alive.
God kills and
God is being killed;
On the
hills of hypocrisies holy faiths have settled.
Whether
Nonsense kills Sense or Sense Nonsense
But it is
clear what will remain is innocence.
A lot many
are ignorant of all that lies ahead,
Heading
happily for the mouth of moments dreaded.
O the
Supermen! On whom Heaven has conferred
The power
that can calm down the earth and sky,
Of you the
world has expectations high
And the innocents
are ignorant
Because on
you they depend.
By Ramesh Tiwari
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