Book : Angry Tears (Author : Dr. Ashok Adhav,

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Book : Angry Tears (Author : Dr. Ashok Adhav, MHB Colony, M-36/2521, Yerwada, Pune – 411 006) Poem No. : XXXIV , p-47 (Best Poem in view of C.C.Hadke) 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! LXXXI 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. LIV 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! LXVII 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. ———————————————————————————————————— I God created man, Or man created God I bother none, Descriptions long and broad Is but fun.   Does not content My hungry stomach, Neither provide Cloth for naked, Or roof to protect From burning sun.   Shivering cold, Pouring rain, All such talk is in vain.   Whether God created man, Or God was created by man,  I bother none. III You must be created By the God, I am not.   You are blessed, I am cursed.   In the temple, you can enter While I cannot, You can drink water From the well  But I cannot.   You are fed well And I die of hunger, He has provided you with luxury, And there is no place For my dead body to bury.   I must be an offspring Of my own father, Destitute, downtrodden and poor And he must be your—- V Justice is dark, Injustice is black Our birthmark, Carrying on our back.   Justice I know not, With injustice I have got Inborn knot, Justice is for high born, Opposite for low born.   Mentioned in the scriptures, Forced and revered By cruel creatures, They followed the tradition, Sanctified by the religion.   Scriptures are written By God the almighty, His brain was rotten, Wily, naughty and haughty; Left us inhuman, At the hands of nasty, He too was their slave Mischievous and knave XVII All are your agents Those who accept From under the table And go to count Into the temple.He is clever Secretary and collector Executive and administrator No commission no loan Manager is singing your prayer Teacher and professor Are good in character No tuition, no number. Justice to honour Agents of your Acquittal more And conviction rare Oh, almighty Why do you cry? For pain, poverty and hunger. The disease to recover, Corruption, exploitation Discrimination and humiliation, Surgeon and doctor Busy in counting money Of capitation fee to recover. Oh, almighty, Your abode, is not over, Why don’t you offer Commission to executive engineer? Oh, almighty. XVIII Might is right, Poor live in the fright, Rich men have got Their future bright.   To protect their right, Soldiers and knight, In the dark and cold night, Poor are begging for the sight, Almighty is the great! XX Nobody is so great, As work and worker, Nothing is so sacred, As sweat of the labour.   Cruel and wicked, The sweat eater, Rich and ruler, Real carnivore, Their protector God, Great, great sinner!   Poem No. : XXV, Page No. 37   One who knows The Brahma, Is called Brahmin, So is the definition   Walya was the fisherman, Who wrote Ramayan, Was never called Brahmin.   Gora, the Kumbhar, Died as Kumbhar, Narhar, the Sonar, Chokha, the Mahar,   Still there were Numbers in score, Brilliant and wise, Than any Brahmin, Yet, they never rose To be a Brahmin, Useless philosophy, Bogus definition, To pass time and fun, Changing wise to insane —————————————————————————— XXXII   Whether there is black hole, And existence of the soul, Why should I bother?   Whether there is God, Or there be no God, Why should I bother? With cold I shiver.   No clothes to cover, Who preached best? And who said the worst, Why should I bother?   I am a hard working labourer, Have no pace to rest, All these are – Stories for well-fed, Lying in their warm beds. XXXVIII They are vegetarian, As flesh they don’t eat, But man’s blood they can Digest along with his sweat.   Generation after generation, They have eaten, In the name of religion, And God, the great, Let us finish one, And only one generation, Feeding on our blood, Thriving on our sweat. Oh, brothers, sisters, Friends and comrades, Have spears and swords, We are not vegetarian, Even God you don’t shun, He is not ours, But shareholder – Of exploiters and sinners. ———————————————————- LXI Alexander was the conqueror, Him you killed and many more, You we killed With medicines in score.   In that bid, We are at war, And like you Those who invaded Through pass of Khaibar, With skin so fair And blue sclera Amoebac they were.   Killed many warriors, By deceiving manners Destroyed better culture, Yet, they are at unending war. Oh, aborigine Adivasis, Dravidas and Anaryas. Unite to fight, To kill the amoebac, And get rid of them Once and for all. ————————————— LXIII According to law books, Untouchability is abolished, But in practice It is polished.   In the talk they are pretty, In the core wily and witty, They never revere the law.   Untouchable, the maker of it, The reason I saw, Externally sweet, Internal cheat, Hatred and vile vision, As their dear religion, Offered the topmost position.   One caste’s rule. Others just mules, One caste’s benefit, Rest accept the defeat, They threaten with God, the might, Advantage of birth, They are but nasty, So is their religion Untouchables prison. ——————————————- LXIV Man and women, Those who are Indian, Religious animal, And social criminal, For highest caste, He is the beggar, For lowest caste, He is the ruler.   Equality, the dream afar, Fraternity, the laughing jar, Liberty, the question mark, Humanity, fool’s remark Revolution, a word from The dictionary, Sheep and goats, Cattle needed for diary, Villains lark, Heroes live in dark, Villains are knaves, Scholars are their slaves. ———————————————– LXXXVII   Completely shaved head, Tuft of hair back in the centre, Externally calm, internally crooked, Thread over left shoulder, Belly swollen as pot, While chanting the prayer, Disturbed by smell of the sweet, Food cooked somewhere hear, Fold cooed somewhere hear, Rolled his eyes unto that, Hurried his chanting, He was eager to eat, People touched his feet, While eating so said the cunning, ‘Gone are days of Rajas and Maharajas, when they fed thousands and lakhs of Brahmins For months and years’.   People had no eyes and ears, They watched and listened, As if the herd, To his secret word, Of life and luxury, Without any work hard, Past glory was his ballad. —————————————————————————————— LXXXVI While I was reading IVF and cloning, The man of highest breed Said, they stole from us Knowledge of ours, Our ancestors were so great, Scholar and intelligent, Earth’s daughter, the great, While ploughing he found, Was tube baby of its kind, He said in joyous mood, Of his ideas I felt pity, And so I asked, “They must be having Knowledge of AIDS too, As there was a man With thousands of wives,  And women… Typical was his face, And left in disgrace. ————————————————— LXXXVIII   Root cause of  the caste Is its membership, If you are a European, If you are an American, If you are an African, If you are an Australian, And wish to adopt Hindu religion, There is a big knot, Will you be called a Brahmin?   No, never, not, Kshatriya always fought, But touched the feet of Brahmins, Vaishya accumulated wealth, They offered and fed Brahmins, Shudra the lowest, you can, Untouchable you can.   Welcome friends, We want comrades, To abolish the system of castes, And the root cause that lasts Unto the next millennium. ——————————————————    LVIII Honesty and sincerity, Words to be poor, So great is our culture. Beauty and pretty, Curse to the poor, So great is our culture. Slaves of mighty Live at each door, So great is our culture, Religion’s sanctity, Blessing for nasty creature, So great is our culture, Sacred and pure, Rich man’s whore, So great is our culture, Clandestine chastity, Deceiving character, Great is our culture. Humanity and equality, Ruling class anger, Sign of great culture. Comrade’s unity, Song for balled singer, Is there any culture? ———————————————— XC Mistakes in grammar, Of great saviour, Crooked do stare, But he was the farmer, Not a teacher, And was called Shudra. By their holy scriptures, Shudra was not allowed To read and write, Punishment so severe, Mention the scriptures, If Shudra read the scriptures, His eyes to remove, If Shudra listens to the scriptures Molden lead to be poured in his ears, If Shudra talks of Knowledge superior, His tongue to sever, Wo were their cruel ancestors, But he was saviour, Of farmer and poor, XXI   Untouchable and pauper, He was kind. Traditions could not bind, Love in abound. In his heart found, Dhoti and turban was his dress, And his soul was full of grace, With love he did offer From his well the sacred water, To untouchable, the poor, He was real Mahatma.   To his bowed the Constitution maker, And declared his teacher To such a great saviour, They called poor in grammar, Psychology no better, Than any whore, Grammar is mere Triangle and square, Thoughts you learn, Oh my brother, Clear sacred and pure. ————————————————- XCII Though I am born as a Hindu, It was not in my hand, But I will never die as a Hindu, Which is in my hand’ So roared a lion He was learned and revered person Immediate cause of declaration. Had heinous reason. In the party of marriage, Untouchables are from metal plates, Higher caste had no poty, As it was not allowed by religion, And sanctified by tradition, Angered higher caste men Threw excreta of human Mud and cow-dung into the food, That was cooked. So cruel and nasty they were, And their tradition and culture, Untouchables with their Faces expressing pity, Awoke their dear leader, For the act so dirty, His mind grieved with anger, Tears did his eyes bear, And clinched the fists of mighty, At the act nasty, In late night hours, To the journalists did he declare ‘Though I am born as a Hindu, Which was not in my hand, But I will never die as a Hindu, Which is in my hand.’ He was an extraordinary, Great learned doctor, Bhimrao Ambedkar. Mahatma read the news, Anxious and restless, To express his views, He requested the higher castes, Temples to open, For man of untouchable castes, For their long standing demand, Journalists asked Dr. Ambedkar, Explanation and reason To denounce religion, As the temples are open. ‘It is just a balm For our pain. Worse than cancer, Non-healing sore. And who wants to sing the Bhajan, I want to teach my men, Their rights as a human, To fight and win. Temples we don t want to enter in. Temples we will build of our own, Where humanity will be prayed, Fraternity will be taught, Equality will be preached, So is my thought.’ And for the same reason, Oh, friends and brethren, We pray to the deity of the downtrodden. ——————————————————- XCV   I met two beggars Begging for alms, One was singing Melodious songs To him they said, Shift away, He spread his cloth, Food they threw, From above… To other one, They bowed down, Washed his feet, Offered him food With respect, Honour, bowed down, And touched his feet. And the beggar Blessed the donor From above… The first was quiet, Second was happy,