The Supermen
‘The Supermen’ was composed by me on the eve of the 66 th 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 tha...