For Salman Rushdie Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Salman Rushdie,
Say you, sir,
Turn you not silent, say you something,
Who is it following you
On the Twitter
Or the face, you are
On the Face Book,
Say you, sir,
Turn not silent.

Say you about the arrival and the footfall
And the coming of the incumbent,
Who is that intruder
Approaching your doorsteps,
Who, who in the next
After the exit of Padma Lakshmi,
Who, who the stage artiste
Of the theatre of your life,
The drama of your life?

The orchestra men in their full melodies
Giving the music
And you sitting on the gllery of life,
Hearing the music,
The music of life
Whereas the circus artistes playing their roles,
At the nets,
Into the cages with the motorcycles,
Risking their lives,
With the wild brutes, bloody animals
And you sitting on the gallery,
Seeing it all.

In the French-cut beards,
Just a little bit, well-cut
On the chin
And a golden frame glass,
Seeing the world,
Life and its times,
Sitting on the gallery benches
Of the circus,
The circus of your life
And the artistes playing with,
Playing tragic and comic roles,
The ring masters with the tigers,
The mahouts with the elephants
Showing it all
In the circus,
The circus of life.