To An Illiterate Ignoramus Poem by Ravikumar C.P.

To you I dedicate this poem;
Of all the ninety percent of our one billion population,
I have singled you out,
Sri Bhole Ram or Keval Ram Or Whatever Name,
And to you I dedicate this poem.
I sing your praise, you understand?
This is for your good, you follow?
Perhaps not; but tell you what,
You have believed every word
That we literate have uttered
For ages. Trust me just one more time.

Thou art our father, we owe it all to you.
All this poetry, music and culture couldn't be
But for the leisure that you have bestowed upon us;
All this grandeur and empire won't be
But for your ballot which you cast without a fuss.
You, my dear, are the backbone of our nation.
And bone thou shall remain by prerogative;
To shoulder weight is your sole motive;
What a divine motive indeed!
And how relentlessly you work towards this goal,
Hunger and poverty rest aside,
Just as Lord Krishna preached in the Gita,
A lustless zeal for work is your pride.

Forget the philosophy; my point is,
Why does the backbone have to read and write?
Why the torture of exams, burning oil by the night?
We are here to bear that burden; you take care
Of the bullocks and the buffalos.
Of plowing the land sowing the seeds,
Husbandry, gardening and all such deeds.
Your mother land is calling, listen to her needs.

And as for your own welfare
And other such trivia,
Leave it to us and we will take care.
Trust is the key word, trust us, will ya?