The boy who used to sell tea at the station. Today he is selling the station. A poem by Suresh Chandra Shukla, Oslo

The boy who used to sell tea at the station.

Today he is selling the station.

Bapu was a Saint of Sabarmati

They liberated the country.

The second person of Sabarmati

First remove Gandhiji from Charka

Put yourself a picture in the calendar itself

Now the same man of Sabarmati

Country's 23 stations are selling. 

My lovely Son, when I will die, 

You will not through my dead body in the river Ganges.

But in the Automatic electric cremation.

Take care of the environment.

Our dead bodies in rivers

We refuse people in the name of religion.

That water

Humans and creatures drink.

Wash the leprosy wounds, 

Whether it is not on the temple-mosque,  

do not offer flower sheets. 

But give unknowingly strangers shoulder shoulders. 

Water your thoughts andWolf 

Save someone from shame

 But to any inhuman ruling, 

Never give/ serve tea.









 

Suresh@shukla.no