O master Chetan
Bhagat
o keeper of the herds,
you wizard of many
wonders
pray, not English
words
for classics made
them cry
you ended their
plight,
they cheered that
night at call center
even mistakes of your
life
from northern
southern quarters
you brought us two
states,
let them say what
they may
devil showed some
grace
their palms to the
heaven
plates were dripping
plenty,
possessed by selling
spirits
you tossed a
revolution twenty
those pictures make
you grin
you hit the golden
spoon,
now columns and half
girlfriends
we swoon swoon
swoon…..
Varun Mayaram Sihag
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