Tell me my caste please...!
Monkey to a monk!
A journey from the womb,
through faeces and waste,
an infant soaked in blood,
crawled in dirt and filth,
innocently crying for food,
a toddler, now reached boyhood,
The childhood days of ,
accumulating pebbles and shells,
playing in the mud and sand,
running behind the butterflies,
watching the birds and the sky,
a careless world of animal,
surviving only on instincts,
He is a 'shudra' by birth!
Vagabond traveller,
seeking adventure in youth,
knowing it to be the ultimate truth,
mistaking peace to pleasure,
collecting wealth and treasure,
with arrogance and pride.
Every relation is a business,
every business a gamble.
work his passion,
for reaching out his vanity,
sip wine,
slip into the arms of lust,
work is worship in leisure
earn wealth for pleasure.
He is a 'vaisha'.
Through wealth he seeks power,
as money begets money,
power desires more power,
he struggles for his dear ones,
his desires are his responsibilities,
works like a dog on duty,
trying to secure his insecured life,
matured enough to understand the truth,
yet , tries to defend his views,
selfish to the core,
pretends to be loyal,
He now is a true ' Ksatriya'.
When he walks into the flame,
without a blame,
with a smiling face, embrace death,
living memories and tears ,
after his last breath,
with millions to follow him,
for reasons unknown,
like the rats following the pied piper,
He is a Brahmin ,
for he knows the ,
never ending cycle of Brahmand!
O man,
You are an untouchable by chance,
and untouchable by choice,
as ,by birth you are a shudra,
by work a vaisha,
by duty a kshatriya,
and a brahman by noble thoughts!
Life is the shortest distance,
between ignorance and knowledge,
shortest evolution ,
from monkey to monk!
please note - picture from net only for presentation,
it's just a poem inspired by reservation mania that took this nation by storm,
A journey from the womb,
through faeces and waste,
an infant soaked in blood,
crawled in dirt and filth,
innocently crying for food,
a toddler, now reached boyhood,
The childhood days of ,
accumulating pebbles and shells,
playing in the mud and sand,
running behind the butterflies,
watching the birds and the sky,
a careless world of animal,
surviving only on instincts,
He is a 'shudra' by birth!
Vagabond traveller,
seeking adventure in youth,
knowing it to be the ultimate truth,
mistaking peace to pleasure,
collecting wealth and treasure,
with arrogance and pride.
Every relation is a business,
every business a gamble.
work his passion,
for reaching out his vanity,
sip wine,
slip into the arms of lust,
work is worship in leisure
earn wealth for pleasure.
He is a 'vaisha'.
Through wealth he seeks power,
as money begets money,
power desires more power,
he struggles for his dear ones,
his desires are his responsibilities,
works like a dog on duty,
trying to secure his insecured life,
matured enough to understand the truth,
yet , tries to defend his views,
selfish to the core,
pretends to be loyal,
He now is a true ' Ksatriya'.
When he walks into the flame,
without a blame,
with a smiling face, embrace death,
living memories and tears ,
after his last breath,
with millions to follow him,
for reasons unknown,
like the rats following the pied piper,
He is a Brahmin ,
for he knows the ,
never ending cycle of Brahmand!
O man,
You are an untouchable by chance,
and untouchable by choice,
as ,by birth you are a shudra,
by work a vaisha,
by duty a kshatriya,
and a brahman by noble thoughts!
Life is the shortest distance,
between ignorance and knowledge,
shortest evolution ,
from monkey to monk!
please note - picture from net only for presentation,
it's just a poem inspired by reservation mania that took this nation by storm,
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