In the train,

Certain Indian

Met the German,

After formal introduction,

Him praised the Indian,

For Swastik and calling Aryan.

Indian talked about Hindu religion

With praiseworthy words,

And miraculous description.

Who is the chief of Hindu religion?

Inquired the German,

He is Shankaracharya

Can I be that one?

Asked overambitious German,

No, never, never you can,,

That only a Brahmin can,

Proudly said the Indian.

Him kicked the German,

On definite region,

He fell on his mouth,

In a hurry, he left the train,

Outside he ran,

Caught another train,

Instead of North,

Reached the South,

Poor fellow!

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Villains are worshipped as heroes,

Statesmen have got big zeroes,

East is called waste,

For worst culture, criticize west,

North they feat of bloody nest,

South they call black spot,

Funny fellows with big knot,

Worst is labeled as the best

You work hard, let me rest,

Our culture is the best.

—

In my neighbourhood,

Lived a friend,

Named Nana Phadanvis,

He spent at least

An hour a day

Talking against Muslims,

He talked elaborately,

Somnath temple destruction,

He talked forcibly;

How Zizia was taken,

He talked descriptively

On forcible conversion,

And women raped

During partition,

Certain Muslim leaders

Insulted nation’s father,

He talked of smugglers,

And terrorist in Kashmir,

He talked how Muslims

Get facilities for Haj,

Not provided for

Hindu pilgrimages,

One day listener I was,

To boring chat of his,

Well-known character that he was,

At the moment,

A man appeared,

Parcel he had brought

From Dubai it was sent,

He signed and received,

With smiling face he said,

My son has sent it,

Working over there,

And two more

In Saudi and Kuwait,

As doctor and engineer,

Working over there

To earn in crore!

—

How much did Galileo get,

And Newton get,

Pythagoras and Archimedes

Had no mark list.

Mangoes and apples

Were falling down,

Newton only learnt this,

From ages, we boil rice,

Water vapour pushing the cover,

Robert Boyle could discover,

Railway for passenger.

Where were our men of merit?

Getting 100 percent and more,

Selfish and cheat hypocrite they are,

Wisdom no more,

Monopoly of single caste,

Eklavya, you remember.

Poet – Dr. Ashok Adhav, Compiled by – Chakradhar Hadke

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