With all the jingoism prevailing in the country these days, there has been a lot of wounds that have opened up. These whole political things are taking over all intelligent discussions. Workspaces have filled in with groupism and people taking sides based on region and religion. No matter how much I refrain from getting into debates or forming opinions, people sometimes tend to get the better of me. When did we reach this situation of “we” and “they”. This poem is a rant to all my feelings right now, of whatever is happening in the country.

ना इबादत ना पूजा

राम बस्ते हैं मन में मेरे,
फिर भी आँगन में उसके सेवैयाँ हमने खाई हैं ।
ईद पर गले लगाया हमने,
साथ मिल दीवाली में दीप जलाई हैं ।

रहीम, कबीर के पाठ पढ़े साथ हमने,
ग़ज़ल और अफ़सानो की साथ गूँज लगायी है ।
फिर किसने आग लगायी, ऐ बिस्मिल,
जहाँ इबादत करते थे, आज वहीं लड़ाई है ।

जहाँ साथ बैठ पीते थे एक प्याले में चाय,
जहाँ बराबर और एक होती थी हमारी राय,
किसकी नज़र लगी नजाने, और हुई कैसी कमी,
हम पूछने लग गए, किसकी मस्जिद और किसकी जन्मभूमि ।

हम तुम फँसते चले गए इस धुएँ में,
इस रंजिश में ना कुछ भी सूझा,
ना रह गयी तुम्हारी इबादत,
ना रह गयी हमारी पूजा ।

~ दिपन कुमार राउत

Posted by:Dipan Rout

I am here to make a difference. I am here to make the web fruitful for humanity and knowledge. I am the creature of the dark. On a typical night you can find me embedded to my cozy chair, my eyes straining hard to retain the focus on the laptop monitor and a coffee mug beside to feed my insomniac soul. The result is tons of creativity and lots of innovations. Software Engineer by profession, I love music, good food and travel & photography. When I am free, I read a lot. Well that’s me . Stay Connected….!

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