Gandhi does not need

The fluteSo melodiouslyWith the crownDecorated withPeacock feathers,The blue-boyLooking so cloudy,So hill-panoramic,So cloudy and lurking,So sunny blueAs the hills dazzle in sunlight,As the clouds lurk over the hillsThat hue shaded in,Silhouetted inThe face ofMurari, Krishna-Murari,Krishna the Flute-player!

Cackling,Tinkling,Harsh and harmoniousRipples.

The shots they fired,The street plays they staged itBut the spirit they started itEnded it otherwiseGetting mired into political controversy and mileage.

A beautiful girlDreamy and goldenWith the Colgate smileShowing her white teethAnd the hanging golden brown hair,Advertising the hand phone setAnd the telecom companyFor connection giversAnd taking calls.With a slim and lovely handsetShe telephoning,Calling,Ringing,Dialing,Saying hello,Not hi,HelloTouching the screen,Not pressing the buttons,Keys,Saying hello.Kar lo duniya mutthi mein,Kar loDuniya muthi mein,She advertisingAnd singing,Take youThe globe into your hands,Palm,This…

Expect a performanceFrom you,You.You with the guitarStriking,Striking the chords,Melodies breaking,Wires plucked,Music cackling.You in the hat,The cap,A tall manLong and thinAgeing with the years,But never down in spiritGoing with gala and glitch.Bob,Bob Dylan,Your song the song of the folks,Your music the music of lifeAnd the world,Your guitarCackling, plucking musicWith the beats and vibes.A musician,A song-writer,A guitarist,A…