- Parul Khakkar
All the corpses speak in chorus: all is changa-changa
Saheb in your Ramrajya, corpse-bearer is the Ganga.
No room in the charnel houses, no wood for the pyres,
Our shoulders are weary, no tears left in our eyes,
Yama prances door-to-door
Dancing the Dance Macabre,
Saheb in your Ramrajya, corpse-bearer is the Ganga.
Day and night pyres burn
Begging a moment’s rest
Day and night bangles break
The bereft beat their chest
What games you play with the flames! Well done Billa-Ranga!
Saheb in your Ramrajya, corpse-bearer is the Ganga.
Saheb you think your suit can dazzle us, so radiant and bright!
Yet can you hide your feet of clay – when we lose our fright?
“The Saheb has no clothes” – we’ll shout; Truth will out!
Saheb in your Ramrajya, corpse-bearer is the Ganga.
