Tauji
While the world was lost
in the
frenzied tunes of urban lark,
In the countryside a faint flicker was
tiptoeing
through the dark,
Slowly-slowly the torch
burnt
high and bright,
Dynamic dimensions of its raylets
woke up
the slumberous masses for a fight.
Dignified confidence and exalted impulse
of light
went flunging forth,
Historically harassed and exploited millions
got fresh
hopes in south and north,
Lo! The fringe folks arrived
at the
forefront,
As the brightest star of Haryana
in the
sky brightly burnt.
Tauji, how high and mighty thou were!
Still so
down to earth and simple!
Corpulent informality thine
brought
always a smiling dimple
On every face tormented by
a
worrying wrinkle.
Thy simple soul,
Always
solemnly cuddled into
the paternal throes of composing
lushly-lustrous future
for each
and every one of us,
And when the brightest son of Haryana
was gone
for the eternal sleep,
A scar was created incalculably deep,
While our
helpless sky
fell into a mourning hush.
Still, O Tauji!
Thy
steady and unvacillating goodness,
And that persistently pronounced forthrightness
will
always remain with us
to guide us clear of every trouble's crush,
Thy
enlightening sagaciousness,
And the robust bravado of your heart
will
continue to inspire new green
sprouts in land troubled by thirst.
How fulsome was your love
for the
common people!
How refreshing was your smile's verve!
Temper so
gracefully proportioned
and enchantingly simple!
How
immensely forseeable
was character yours!
Just like
a path straight
and an open book of pleasant hours,–
Without
any twists and turns,
O Tauji great !
Thy large-hearted liberality
was
simply unbelievable,
Sacrificed the Nation's highest post
without
tiniest trace of grumble,
Now, others follow thy legendary step
and reap
the political fruit,
But alas, hear they not
the cries
of masses mute.
Who can forget
the
old-age pension,
Aha, an enormously elaborate
example
of public work !
Gone was crippling old's tension;
Rhythmically
gleaming
smiles now lurk.
O thou farmers' messiah !
You tactfully
removed
the noose of debt from their neck,
Gave then
a
fatherly pat at the back,
And they
– helplessly hemmed in by
the merciless loops of modern banking–
found
utmost solace
in thy patronage loop,
Heavily
indebted backs with a droop
got straightened with pride,
Launched
thou then
a new tirade against hunger,
New hopes
now linger
in peasants' dry eyes of yore,
Opened as thou a new door
to pride
and prosperity.
Mystic subtlety and exuberance
of thy
demeanour,
And freely elaborate freedom
of the
'human' in you,
Reach O subjects at the King's
threshold
at any hour,–
Aha, no officially reprimanding queue!
Your legacy burning
like
a lamp
in stillest of silence,
And
thy charisma holding
in spellbinding balance,
While
time's arms
swinging helplessly and silently,
Grows
as the great man's
legend almost exponentially,
Continue
it will to
shine as our path's light,
And
we the sturdy sons
will toil to reach the height
where
you wanted us to reach–
A new, fighting determination
in
heart each;
To get the justice
for
everybody wronged;
A new prosperity in homes
where
it never belonged;
For the youths a fresh start;
Evolve
we'll a new art,
Whereby everything is in
exquisitely
fine-proportioned
parallel to your cause,
Brethren!
Let us prove our gratitude
to the man who brought
in
teary eyes a smiling rose.
Long live our
grand
spellbinder's legacy!
God! Let it perpetually
cut
the time's fabric mazy!
