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Temple of Ram
By Gauhar Raza
 Ke jis mandir ka gaara khoon men goondha
gaya ho
Ke jis ki saree eeten,
Bastiyon men aag sulga kar
Pakaee ja rahee hon
Ke jis ki ghantiyon men
Siskiyan, aah-o-buka, cheekhen
piroee ja rahi hon
Ke jis mandir ke bunyaaden,
Watan ki sab jadon ko khod kar tameer
ki jaanyen
Ke jis ke rang-o-raughan ko
Hazaaron aurton ki maang ke sindoor ki
Wahshi zaroorat ho
Ke jis ke patharon men
Naqsh jab ubhren, to yun ubhren
Nazar aaye
Kisi masoom ki bindee
Kisi majboor ki aahen
Kisi burhe ki ummeeden
Kisi kamsin jawaani ki
Sisakti aakhri saansen
Use 'maryada purshottam ka mandir'
Nam dena paap hoga
Karo tum paap
Karte hi rahe ho
Magar mujh se to ye hargiz na ho ga
Men us ko 'Ram ka mandir' naheen keh
paoon ga hargiz.
Naheen keh paoon ga hargiz.
Naheen keh paoon ga hargiz.
A temple built
with mortar kneaded in blood,
bricks fired in burning bastis
and with its tolling bells,
screaming with cries, lamentation, sobbing.
A temple rising
from torn, uprooted foundations of the land
sucking, vampire like,
the vermilion from a thousand foreheads.
its grotesquely carved stones
etched deep with the
cries of the oppressed,
dead hopes of an old man and
the dyeing breath of a young life,
cruelly smothered.
It is sin
to name a temple such as this,
The abode of Ram.
You may,
Sinning comes naturally to you.
But I will
Never be able
to call it
The temple of Ram. q |
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