We Share Our Grandfathers! ! Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

We Share Our Grandfathers! !

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The land of mine, where my greatest of all grandfathers had matured,
There he played with my equally old grandmother, he clamored,
We all prayed to the same Gods who have been kept,
In the palatial temples, built with the salt of their sweat,
A capped man arrived six hundred years ago,
With the notion of spreading his belief on our soil,
Earlier a confused Hindu Prince, who was a coward,
Afraid of sickness and old age, suddenly enlightened,
Under the tree of pothy and talked about our doctrines,
With out mentioning the names of his Gods and attested,
As a God himself and safely sitting in hearts of many,
We should agree that we have flaws but our religion is good,
We should agree that our elders tortured the people,
In the name of caste and other customs and rituals,
Then came many sectors of Hinduism, a few of our grandfathers,
Who were so poor, believed in everything that was mystic,
And thought conversion could bring them wealth,
They have started to practice the home grown religions at first,
The dynasty, was so cruel and killed our grandfathers in mass,
Destroyed our beautiful temples to the ground,
We had to hide our Gods under the ground,
Still our priests have done the prayers silently,
Without ringing the bells and our women,
Started to cover the head as our converted grandmothers did,
For more than two centuries the men with the cap and crown,
Had messed up our land and married our grandmothers,
Who were Hindu Princes and beautiful innocent ladies,

Then a company came, pretending to do the business,
Cultivated opium and marketed in China,
The drugged Chinese became helpless and gave up,
Hong Kong for ninety nine years for the drug debt,
Along this company came the missionaries,
Not from Middle East, but from Europe and Vatican,
To display what they had and they had a mother and a child,
Our grandparents were excited with the new photos,
That attached with a few kilograms of wheat and milk,
The company's intelligence spread the thorny plants,
Across our region to buy the land at cheaper cents,
Where our young girls had cut off their hair,
And become nuns to spread the teaching of love,
We have the houses of worship everywhere,
Where we pray to our Gods of many faces,
When we look at our brothers and sisters,
Who are holding the books and rosaries,
Still we think of our grandfathers,
What ever our brothers and sister believe,
We treat them as one of us,
They are one of us now and always.
They could have forgotten their roots,
We still remember the days that our grandfathers,
Grouped together to build those temples,
That still stands as majestic as the Sun,
At one place, the planets go around it,
Let them be anything. They are our still brothers,
and sisters and we share the same grandfathers.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Eric Cockrell 19 May 2012

very good outlook.... we all indeed share our heritage!

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Dave Walker 18 May 2012

A really fantastic poem, like it.

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Wahab Abdul 18 May 2012

good narrative poem

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Ramdas Bhandarkar 17 May 2012

wonderful coverage of history of Mera Bharat mahan! On facebook status, I wrote, 'There may a day, when not even a single Hindu live on earth, but World can't survive without Hindu thoughts! ' And some other day I wrote, Hinduism is not a religion, but it is a thought process of self enquiry, leading to realisation of ultimate TRUTH! ' And some where commented 'BUDDHA TOLD, THERE IS NO GOD, NO ATMA, BUT UNLESS WE RAISE OURSELVES TO HIS PLANE HOW CAN WE SAY WHAT IS TRUE.. AND GREAT SHANKARACHARYA ONLY CAN ASK BUDDHA, WHO IS TELLING THAT THERE IS NO GOD, CAN A BRAHAMAN SEE ANY OTHER GREATER GOD? ' ONE SHANKARA, ONE VEDAVYASA, OR ONE VIVEKANANDA, ONE RAMANA IS SUFFICIENT TO LIFT HINDUISM TO ANY LEVEL, AND SUCH PERSONS TAKE BIRTH EVERY YEAR IN OUR BHARAT! '

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