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The Sun of Cancun

Cancun. 2003.
Same old sunrise.
Same old Negotiations.
Déjà vu.

The Colonials
huddle in the backbenches.
Former masters
haggle over trade
up front.

The rich sign a deal.
They sent it over to the poor.

They look at it.
Unfair. Too little.
As always.
No cream.

They whisper.
No more.
Good deal,
or no deal.

Four of them
Form a gang.
A gang of brics.

A new sun will rise.
They will
cringe no more.

They send Twist
to the big ones.

“May we have more please?”

(brics: Brazil, Russia, India, China and South Africa; a group of five nations the US and EU consider most dangerous).

I ask for peace

(A transcreation of Maithreem Bhajatha)

I have come here
to ask for an empire
to ask for an alliance
Of the hearts of the world.

I have come here
To ask: can I be you?
To ask: Will you
try and be me?

I have come here
To ask: ditch war!
To ask: ditch rivalry!
Don’t step on each other’s toes.

We live in a big world
She gives us all enough.
We got a good God
He likes us all the same.

I have come here
To ask: Be nice.
To ask: Be calm.
To ask: Be kind.

I have come here to ask
For Prosperity
To bless us all together.

The original:-
Maithreem Bhajatha

Maithreem Bhajatha Akila Hrijjaytreem
Athmava Deva Paranapi Paschyata
Yudham Thyajatha Spardhaam Thyajatha
Thyajatha Pareshvakramam Aakramanam
Janani Prithivi Kamadughasthe
Janako Devaha Sakaladayaluhu
Daamyatha Dattha Dayadhvam Janathaha
Shreyo Bhooyath Sakala Jananam

Lyrics by Chandrashekarendra Saraswathi.
Sung by M. S. Subbulakshmi at and for the United Nations.

The city won't stop for him

The city doesn't stop for anyone.

He was young: agile and swift.
Could cross the street.
Dodge cars with ease.
Not now. He is an old man now.

Age, dignity, and a pension
is all he has left.

Wife is at home waiting.
So they can sup and retire.
He wants to cross the road.
He wants to get home.

The cars are in a hurry.
They need to get somewhere too.

Turnover, Growth curves,
Bottomlines, Quarterly projections.
There is business to be done.
No time to stop for an old man.

The city doesn't stop for anyone.

Farewell, Lapwing

On the lawn stands a lapwing,
In the sweet light of the moon.
I saw it in the morning,
It was still there at noon.
The rain has shed his blesing
In the happy time of June.
Silent stands the lapwing,
While a thousand crickets croon.

When winter was freezing
The bird was still around
Now the rain is pouring
Yet on his lawn he is found.
Bright may flash the lightning,
Fearful the thunder sound,
Stubborn is the lapwing
He won’t give up his ground.

When the sun was scorching
In the summer month of May
Unfazed stood the lapwing
The bird was there to stay.
I have learnt this one thing
Come twilight dark or day
To emulate the lapwing,
And persist in my way.

This bird knows but one thing;
The crow is very clever.
Always experimenting,
He flies hither-thither.
But his skills are wanting,
In the face of danger.
Nothing beats a lapwing,
In inclement weather.

Among the crows a lapwing
Hope forever to be!


Imagine a country
where national interest
is the only one.
In which Manmohan Singh
and Atal Vajpayee
come together
to lead the nation forward.
In which Chidambaram
and Jaitley
are in the same cabinet,
where Arun Shourie
and Praful Patel
work together.
Where Sharad Pawar
and Suresh Prabhu
sort out the nation's worries,
as men seized of a mission.



If Ariel Sharon
and Shimon Peres can do it,
why not our leaders?