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KAILASH
VAJPEYI
Hindi and English
poet.
Born: November 11, 1935 at Hamirpur, UP.
ADDRESS
D-
203, Saket Enclave -II,
New Delhi- 110017
Tel : 6866032
email :
roopavajpeyi@vsnl.com
IMPORTANT WORKS:
Made 12
documentary films on Poets and Saints of India
HONOURS:
History
After my death, perhaps ,
(if History hasn't turned to
ash),
Someone will reiterate the time in India
When one had to
degenerate
To gain something for oneself,
From bread to
fame
Each road was stepped in slime.
Between birth and
death
There was a whore everywhere
Each officer, every
worker,
The grand legislator,
Directors and stars,
Editors and
travel agents,
Yogis who assuage the mind,
And affected
benefactors,
Thrived on the mercy of this whore.
The work of the
intellectuals
was to cheer and applaud:
India was so immoral
then!
Wandering Embracing trenches, Darkness illuminated, Equations redefined But Marx
Karl
Marx
Exiled,
Humiliated
Ulcers in the stomach,
Pain in
the eyes,
A lifetime of emptiness.
Fighting ignorance,
Healing wounds in
distant lands,
Keeping awake,
Working relentlessly,
Enduring
suffering,
Holding a magnifying glass,
Telling the universe
There
is a chance for peace.
No slavery
Under a clear blue
sky,
Humanity singing the freedom song.
Classes undistinguished,
Looking beyond
the infinite,
Raising a lighted monument,
From the dust of
history.
Bread for the impoverished,
A direction for
life.
You couldn't have a country
Where even the gods
Are
narrowed in class structures.
A slave Hanuman here,
And an emperor
Rama there.
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