the one
Of all the thirty crore and some
he is the only one
never holding a weapon
he stands
like all of us mortals
arms on waist
a bit flustered
tad apprehensive
despite everything
summoning courage
to face
the gathering storm
Not for him
a golden throne
to lounge on
fawning wife
at his feet
a brick
his humble perch
like him
she too stands on a brick
side by side, an equal
a true better half
completing the other
his skin
burnt by the sun
just like the person
standing next to me
he stands
waiting
anyone can pay a visit
and say
hello
anyone
no matter
the books you may have read
or
the wealth you possess
or
the caste you were born into
or
the religion you profess
for him no dialect is impure
for him no being, superior
he waits
for everyone
an 80 year old person
bows to an 8 year old
who has just visited the lord
and addresses him as
Mauli
the kid
and the withered man
dissolve into one
into divinity
like Euclid finding
the ultimate parity
“all things equal
to the same thing
are equal to
each other”
based on Baab Niranjan Takle’s speech at Amravati and his explanation in a Twitter Space.
