amitdahiya
February 13th, 2002, 10:58 AM
Kakroi
village on a river1908
the farmer soldiers wait
cries and whispers fiil the night
a child is born at first light
the infant cries
the mother dies
Dhareshwar Dahiya is born
Man on a horse tills his land
time like the rivers sand in his hands
Girdhawar lion weds once more
a beautiful woman lights up the home
but the infant sleeps alone
victims all
who can cast a stone?
the child learns
to walk alone
Man plants his seed
woman bears no fruit
the childs fate now
is to earn her hate
Swami Shraddhanand
on the river of life
takes away the untended child
School on a river Haridwar
Gurukul is home for Dhareshwar
The fire and hymn of the Havan kund
heal the hurt of his emotional wounds
A lawyer in a loincloth shows the way
and the boy takes off on freedoms way
In prison after prison he finds his mould
emerging a freedom warrior both pure and bold
He heads for home
a price on his head
His father disowns him
he loved his land instead
The lawyer now Bapu
bids him flee
across the length of the Himalayas
he heeds his plea
1947 and its freedom at last
time for rewards
the trials are past
celebrations jubilations
rewards all around
only Mohan Bhai is
nowhere to be found
Homeless at last
he chose now to roam
for the freedom movement
was his only home
from place to place
he moved at a pace
fighting lost causes
and finding a place
in the hearts of the wretched
the home less the poor
they touched but the latch
he opened his door
an old womans lost cause
took him to the place of his birth
he fought all her battles
even after her death
This week the freedom movements only unsung child moved alone and alone he died
we who remain must tell you this much
all his possessions came in one cotton clutch
No wills to open or papers to process
Just a few notebooks
some khadi
a good pen
...all wrapped
in freedoms fragrance
Amit Dahiyabadshah
Prodigal son
village on a river1908
the farmer soldiers wait
cries and whispers fiil the night
a child is born at first light
the infant cries
the mother dies
Dhareshwar Dahiya is born
Man on a horse tills his land
time like the rivers sand in his hands
Girdhawar lion weds once more
a beautiful woman lights up the home
but the infant sleeps alone
victims all
who can cast a stone?
the child learns
to walk alone
Man plants his seed
woman bears no fruit
the childs fate now
is to earn her hate
Swami Shraddhanand
on the river of life
takes away the untended child
School on a river Haridwar
Gurukul is home for Dhareshwar
The fire and hymn of the Havan kund
heal the hurt of his emotional wounds
A lawyer in a loincloth shows the way
and the boy takes off on freedoms way
In prison after prison he finds his mould
emerging a freedom warrior both pure and bold
He heads for home
a price on his head
His father disowns him
he loved his land instead
The lawyer now Bapu
bids him flee
across the length of the Himalayas
he heeds his plea
1947 and its freedom at last
time for rewards
the trials are past
celebrations jubilations
rewards all around
only Mohan Bhai is
nowhere to be found
Homeless at last
he chose now to roam
for the freedom movement
was his only home
from place to place
he moved at a pace
fighting lost causes
and finding a place
in the hearts of the wretched
the home less the poor
they touched but the latch
he opened his door
an old womans lost cause
took him to the place of his birth
he fought all her battles
even after her death
This week the freedom movements only unsung child moved alone and alone he died
we who remain must tell you this much
all his possessions came in one cotton clutch
No wills to open or papers to process
Just a few notebooks
some khadi
a good pen
...all wrapped
in freedoms fragrance
Amit Dahiyabadshah
Prodigal son