The Truth is cut and dried, so very simple.
The ‘Mughals’ demolished the ‘Kashi Vishwanath Temple’.
Constructed the ‘Gyanvapi Mosque’ on it’s rubble.
The scheming clan went through so much trouble!
But ‘Aurangzeb’, the imbecile was a lazy bloke;
Didn’t survey the land once the temple lay broke.
His lackeys abruptly struck by malaise,
The ‘Shiv Lingam’ beneath it they forgot to erase!
And so it lay untouched for three hundred years.
Or perhaps more so, as one hears.
Until our ‘Vishwaguru’, darling of his peers;
Saviour of mankind, chieftain of all seers!!
Unearthed the shrine, making a startling discovery;
Stoking the flames of fresh controversy.
Our ‘Fakeer’ with famed ‘Chappan Inch Ki Chhati’,
The ‘Bhakts’ and patrons of his inglorious political party.
And what a trump card, a lucky stroke,
Fodder for the gullible masses, this hilarious joke.
To divert from the economy skidding down the slope.
Adding fuel to the communal fire, was his only hope!
The ‘Pompous Peacock’ has scored a win.
Created a ruckus, a deafening din.
Who cares about the soiled linen,
In his foul, overflowing dustbin.
Fresh from his triumph at ‘Babri’.
To stake his claim on some innocuous debris.
The masses can loot, plunder, burn and bury.
But he’ll dance on their graves and make merry.
He’s shrewd, worthy of resounding applause.
Always true to his nefarious cause.
There will be escalated tension and unbridled mayhem.
He’ll twiddle his thumbs and adjust his diadem!
Hooliganism wins and anarchy rules.
We’re played like puppets and silent tools.
The minority lives on the edge of a razor.
Trampled under the wheels of a bull dozer.
The commoners still venerate him as their hero.
Albeit his performance is way below zero.
He’ll garner all their precious votes,
Hate will be infused with a booster dose!
Dr. Ayesha Subhan