Topiwallah

O Topiwallah, is politics the all, You donning the cap and going with proud privilege, Donning and doing politics? You going somewhere for something And the topi falling behind In the strong gust of the wind. Topiwallah, the topi is not the all, juggle not, You try to be at least man As divisive politics is not good for health and mind. You mark it that there is God, There is something beyond us Which is dharma and in our karma lies it dharma. Do not sin in such a way That you will have to reap for Your injustices which see you not now. When the chair remains it not, you will feel them, Neglect and dishonour Meted out to you. Topiallah, pride not over your topi Not the Gandhian cap, But the sectarian cap. Topiwallah, the topi is to hide from The strong sun And the shower. It is not for doing politics, Small politics, Mean and degraded politics. Wearing the cap, the typical topi, I see you Marking them doing self-immolation On the streets. The students protesting and dying, Burning into streets, Will you be able to live clean? People asking about caste and creed Getting into the trains, Pulling the chains. Are you there to divide India, Are there to burn the motherland, Topiwallah? Do not pride over your topi As the sole property of yours, The tornado lies it waiting. Topiwallah, the topi you pride over is not yours It is of the tailor master And the cloth shop. Topiwallah, wear the cap definitely, But do not divisive politics for your chair, For sitting on it, as the chair you sit on is not philosophically yours. Topiwallah, with the topi, you doing politics, Which but the last refuge Of the scoundrel and the rascal. Keep it in mind that you are not for ever on this earth And the chair you are sitting not merely yours As it had been of others since the beginning. Topiwallah, your karma-dharma, The Almighty, Omnipotent and Omnipresent God is marking, The walls have heard and the stars have seen All your guilt and bloodshed, that you will not, will not sleep, Macbeth, Macbeth, you with the bloody daggers, smearing blood with Will not sleep any more. The stars have seen, the walls have heard and there is nothing As that can hide your sin and guilt and they saying, Macbeth will not sleep, will not sleep any more. Topiwallah, the topi is not the all that think you, put on, hoax and coax not, Do not do third-class politics, dodge not, But instead Topiwallah moving ahead and the topi falling behind.