Manash Firaq Bhattacharjee is a poet, writer, occasional translator and political science scholar. He is the author of Looking for the Nation: Towards Another Idea of India (Speaking Tiger Books, 2018). His poems have appeared in World Literature Today, Rattle, The London Magazine, New Welsh Review, Acumen, The Fortnightly Review, and others. His first collection of poetry, Ghalib’s Tomb and Other Poems, was published by The London Magazine (2013).


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Poets Resist
Edited by Daniel Cureton
November 21, 2019

Manash Firaq Bhattacharjee

Looking for Ram, Looking for Allah

To the memory of Babri Masjid The day they demolished the mosque A friend came with sweets. I thought he walked out of his own funeral. He smiled the way a man smiles, When he forgets he is dead. They celebrated the demolition like It was a festival. They said, “Hindus won against history.” Revenge, That took five centuries, Would make barbarians laugh. The fools lied, they did it for Ram. Ram is a name for Kabir, And names do not need temples. Ram is in the air, Kabir breathed his name. Ram dwells in the body, in the tongue, When body and tongue Dissolved into the imperceptible. Ram is not a history To be dug up like a grave. It is a memory longer than history. In Gandhi’s Ram Dhun, Ishwar and Allah Are neighbours, names that Speak two histories, torn by blood. We bleed gods. We offer More ruins to the altar of history. Our prayers are slogans, Our gods are looking for revenge. Our soul is a long shadow That lengthens with the dying sun. No temple will cover the dust That corrodes the name of god. No one will rescue us from these gravediggers — Ram has lost his neighbour.


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