The Last Ritual

He laid there in contempt on the plinth,
Resting on the floor of sand in the wind.
His only fault was he did not speak,
When goons chased him for who he is.
Away from home ,after a day's labor,
He contemplated in smile for his work.

Children will love this,his thoughts raced,
The new dress will glow my wife's face.
Today no fights,no sadness will prevail,
I have a special treat too in their way,
A happy dinner to end this beautiful day!
He planned his tomorrow and his month,
How he shall manage this huge sum.

Soon,
His serene thought was hit by a storm,
Bleeding with it, his happiness was gone.
No no,its not beef he pleaded to the mob,
But his scream was chopped with iron rod,
Pooled in the blood was his gifts and love,
Draining too far to fetch a shore across!
Alas, only silence shuddered in grief...
Lynched by mob was killed over beef!
Something which he never carried with him!

Soon,
Drains the media and the countless shares,
A few days later nobody comes to care!
Somewhere far off another man is lynched,
No time later this sets a trend and routine..
To which now falls deaf ear,far is justice!

And We,
We are quiet because its not our story,
The Incredible India is now growing,
To paint its house with innocent blood,
Selling its conscience to "sickulars"!
The last ritual pleaded of mercy,
 On Humans and Humanity.

-SSW

P.S:The poem is referred to one aspect of communism however i strongly condemn any human being killed irrespective of religion,caste,creed.The boundaries and the walls of hatred is lowest intellectual human form one can fall to.Its sad to see so called reformers sailing in to such beliefs.I hope a large number of people awaken to call of peace and defeat such cowards,a dream of millions ,easy to type but difficult to reach.Definitely not impossible!