Vippasana: There is Nothing To Be Ashamed of

You do vippashana.
There is nothing to be ashamed of, in it.
This was bound to happen!

Due to movement of Babasaheb
You got the degree, and hooked a descent job.
Getting grossly overpaid salaries,
You collected fat on your body.

You could not sit among higher ups,
Still you mix with lowers?
Mornings and evenings, you led a luscious life,
Never bothering about your brothers
Toiling in anguish and distress.

You bought a car, just for enjoyment,
But the thief lurking in your brain
Was nibbling your mind
And you talked to ignoble audience
Pretending backache, all in vain.

Your brothers in penury took out rallies of protests
And you saw those and felt guilty.
You had authority to do a lot for them
But you did nothing for their cause.

(See are there any unemployed among 'them'?
See how they protect their own.)
But all the land under your feet
Was slipping away, for you!

Children are well off, the elder engineer
Brought in a 'Kokanastha' bride in home,
And our poor girl kept on chewing crumbs.
Younger one left for foreign
To learn Software engineering.
Cought a doctor for the daughter
All is wholesome well and pretty.

You got your belly protruding, recently
Sometimes there is high blood pressure
Diabetes was there since beginning
In the mean time had pain in chest

And you collapsed with the fear of Heart attack
Like the twin towers of World trade centre.
You are doing well, and
Your brothers are still same.

When people see you organized well and tidy
They feel the whole of society progressed.
And is well fed.
Your model is ideal.
For your brothers in villages and in slums
Even an electric lamp is a luxury to be dreamt of.

The thief in your mind
Very very crafty and clever
Does not spare you.
Constaly it is digging like a rodent
That is why, you have no alternative,
Except Vippashana!
There is nothing to be ashamed of.

You retired from service
And your world has finished.
That was good! At least,
The expections of oppressed brethren ended.

The wretched people were hoping
From the compassion of Buddha
From your position of power
And you proved real bogus.

Baba gave us dreams
Whole society started to dream
You rode the vehicle of dreams
And disappeared.
That is what time is.

Everything of you went on smoothly
Now with the flesh on your body
And the fat on your tummy,
You and your wife
Do Vippashyana!
That is good.
There is nothing to be ashamed of.

The vultures all arround,
Watching the so called progressed society
Of Babasaheb,
Are waiting on the top of dried up pipal tree
To bite and gnaw.

Globalization, Privatization
Ending of Reservations,
The dice are already thrown,
In the garb of caliber, deceptive and bogus
They are dragging away the life lines of oxygen.
The helpless society is in
Last dying turmoil!

All was well for you
You had no time even then,
And even now,
No time to look back.
Carry on your Vippashana well and regular
Like a cat drinking milk with closed eyes.
Do not be ashamed at all,
There is nothing to be ashamed of!

Carry on your Vippashyana without any regrets
When the death comes near
The inactive person, in any case,
Always becomes religious.

During the days of dreaming
You were not with the society
Now is the time
For the dreams to get blasted.

Carry on Vippahyana!
There is nothing to be ashamed of!