Dear men
father, brother
lover, son

Our ancestors copulated
we fuck now
and rape occasionally
making love
is too much work
making war
is bread, butter
and honor

We only jerking
I , you and him
anywhere, everywhere
most of the time

Where did we go wrong
inspite of our music
despite our songs

We always carry
brain ‘n’ shit
if the two
are not mixed
work is worship
living is fun
in the golden silence
he-man becomes human

Lording over destiny
worthy of a woman
for pleasure
for fun

The salvation
does not lie
beneath the navel
Rajnish’s life
testifies to that
salvation sits safe
in the temple of head

Everything has
multiple uses
tiny, great
big ‘n’ small
so guaranteed by
the giver of all

Each human child
an uncut diamond
eager to walk
on the razor’s edge
holding the little finger
even otherwise
the curiosity of the child

Let us stop fighting
and listen to the child
through a lie-detector
if need so arise

Every homo-sapien
was a child once
living in fairy tale world
of pebbles, berries
horses ‘n’ butterflies

Spontaneous sparks
rooms or parks
with toys ‘n’ trains
in sun, in rains
the childhood
is great fun

Some children had it
so real good
they refused to grow
while the orphans
victims of society
whom childhood passed by
all compete with children
for their lost paradise

The mature world
of grownups ‘n’ the old
where bride is for burning
groom to be sold
gun is the shakti
God is gold
is horribly weird

Let us for once
listen to the children
their innocent ideas
and allow them
to usher in a new era
long overdue
the era of innocence

Open sesame
the mind opens
life for the living
by giving then taking

Lover, brother
father, son
natural progression
for the son of a gun.

– A Rishi