Friday, December 12, 2014

Ishwar Allah Aur Khana!

The soul of the poor have always been up for sale. Give me food and I will allow you to call me by any name. Show me a future far away from the sloth and drudgery of my living; then point me to whatever God is dear to you...he will then on be my God.

I can feed on a Bible full of pulses, I can grow old in a madrassa as long my children finds shelter and I can dance to Krishna as long as you don't get my little daughter raped by the landed goons.

Hey Ram!

1 comment:

  1. Shaken faith?
    The ishwar and allah are probably enjoying the scene from up there. When they have the power to fix it all, I could not comprehend why and what do they have to wait for? Or is He non-existent or as helpless as us all?