Not In My Name, But We All Are Blood Stained, written by Mahima Sharma at Spillwords.com

Not In My Name, But We All Are Blood Stained

Not In My Name, But We All Are Blood Stained

written by: Mahima Sharma

@MahimaSharmaS

 

Why in my name?
No, not in my name.
You do the killings,
The blood is in your name.
But the stain…the red stain is there on all of us,
Whether Pehlu Khan or Junaid, the stain is getting deeper on you & I.

May be you are one of those 200 who saw Junaid being lynched,
May be you were blind to see Junaid die helpless,
May be you don’t Care,
May be you don’t Dare,
But my friend, the stain of their blood is on all of us,
And the stain is getting deeper on you & I.

May be you live in a secular region,
May be your neighbours are your friends all season,
May be on Eid you were in arms of Muslim friends,
But Junaid’s mother was bidding his body adieu with garlands,
Cow our mother you think will be proud?
To see a young boy killed and wrapped in a shroud?
India the land of festivals stands lynched,
And the blood stain is getting deeper on you & I.

Even if your society isn’t part of this bloodbath,
Even if you watched it on media away from the real wrath,
Even if you didn’t fight for your right with violence & might,
Even if you didn’t raise your hand… though the fists were tight,
But the land of Ram, Rahim, Buddha, Mahavir stands red-shamed by own people,
And the blood stain is getting deeper on you & I.

May be you love peace,
May be you shun hate-speech,
Even of you honour the opposite’s identity,
Even if you don’t belong to a maybe cruel city,
But my friend from the land of Babri-RamLalla…our hands are red,
And the blood stain is getting deeper on you & I.

Whether you wear green, white or saffron,
Whether you pray with open palms or closed,
Whether you are proud of ‘an animal’ as your mother,
Whether your heart bleeds at the plight of ‘the other’
But Oh my friend holding the Tricolour in our hand,
Do we deserve to unfurl it proud & grand?
No…not with the blood stain getting deeper on you & I.

May be you feel ‘the other’ deserves to be in another land,
May be you believe that ‘cow protector’ is no longer a friend,
Even if on politicians you call the blame,
Even if you feel like a pawn in this brutal game,
But my friend with our weak heart, blind eyes & self-muted speech…
The blood stain is getting deeper on you & I.

Junaid was her son,
Pehlu was her father,
And many more were killed in our name,
But why should we take the blame?
Awake, arise and stand up for justice,
As the blood stain is getting deeper on you & I.

They lynched them in our name,
We sat watching & took all the blame?
Why in my name?
No, not in my name.
You do the killings,
The blood is in your name.
So…Let’s speak up, protest, unite against brutality,
Because…till then, the blood stain gets deeper on you & I.

© Mahima Sharma

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