An interesting analogy of the food we consume and the caste/creed dialogue that reverberate in our nation
When by chance they found a quiet time one day,
The chapatti to the Phulka thus began to say :
if you do not mind ,permit me to describe,
A bitter fact of life that bothers me of late
We belong to the same tribe ,both you and I,
Common is our caste and creed ,common is our fate
Of the same ingredients we are both composed,
The same basic principles governs our life and growth
The same vitamins form our being,and our strength define,
The protein that enrich our grains ,are also similar kind
We serve the same purpose ,the same task address,
Same are the features that you and I possess
When we are no different ,will you then explain,
The riddle that continues to agitate my brain
Why do you hate me ,my very face revile,
Why in your attitude are you to me hostile ?
Hearing this plaintive lay , the phulka could not but pray,
Please stop this tale of woe ,lest my heart should break
Your complaint is justified in every word and phrase,
But hear me ,my chapatti ,O my darling mate !
I am not at all at fault in the present case,
Do not put blame on me ,suspect not my faith,
It is the politician wise who create this rift,
It is he who incites a worldwide conflict
The havoc that the tyrants on the world unleash,
Cannot be described in human words or speech,
To tell this tale of terror we must first possess,
A heart of stone and a toughened iron breast
These killers are always sowing seeds of spite,
And encourage everywhere deadly fratricide,
It is because of such men that the world is now a battlefield,
Where warring clans are engaged in self destroying deeds
In short ,the band of leaders that hold the world in fee,
Are engaged in doing such astounding deeds
That the human values begin to shiver and creep,
And civilization deep ashamed cannot help but weep
Whenever I see these folks indulge in such pranks,
My lips raise a cry ,expressive of my pangs,
Those who have betwixt us two ,caused the divide,
Those who do not want to see our mutual love thrive.
May the gift of freedom god to them deny,
May they ever restless roam even in the afterlife !
Saying so the "phulka" rose swelling up with pride,
While the chapatti ,sorrow-singed ,shriveled up surprised...
Sd/-
Roohul haq
When by chance they found a quiet time one day,
The chapatti to the Phulka thus began to say :
if you do not mind ,permit me to describe,
A bitter fact of life that bothers me of late
We belong to the same tribe ,both you and I,
Common is our caste and creed ,common is our fate
Of the same ingredients we are both composed,
The same basic principles governs our life and growth
The same vitamins form our being,and our strength define,
The protein that enrich our grains ,are also similar kind
We serve the same purpose ,the same task address,
Same are the features that you and I possess
When we are no different ,will you then explain,
The riddle that continues to agitate my brain
Why do you hate me ,my very face revile,
Why in your attitude are you to me hostile ?
Hearing this plaintive lay , the phulka could not but pray,
Please stop this tale of woe ,lest my heart should break
Your complaint is justified in every word and phrase,
But hear me ,my chapatti ,O my darling mate !
I am not at all at fault in the present case,
Do not put blame on me ,suspect not my faith,
It is the politician wise who create this rift,
It is he who incites a worldwide conflict
The havoc that the tyrants on the world unleash,
Cannot be described in human words or speech,
To tell this tale of terror we must first possess,
A heart of stone and a toughened iron breast
These killers are always sowing seeds of spite,
And encourage everywhere deadly fratricide,
It is because of such men that the world is now a battlefield,
Where warring clans are engaged in self destroying deeds
In short ,the band of leaders that hold the world in fee,
Are engaged in doing such astounding deeds
That the human values begin to shiver and creep,
And civilization deep ashamed cannot help but weep
Whenever I see these folks indulge in such pranks,
My lips raise a cry ,expressive of my pangs,
Those who have betwixt us two ,caused the divide,
Those who do not want to see our mutual love thrive.
May the gift of freedom god to them deny,
May they ever restless roam even in the afterlife !
Saying so the "phulka" rose swelling up with pride,
While the chapatti ,sorrow-singed ,shriveled up surprised...
Sd/-
Roohul haq
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