Maharana Pratap

“And today I was
Maharana Pratap!

Imagine the horror
that was there
on their faces
as I came terrorising
through the field,

sword in my hand
an army following
and shouts of “Jai Siya Ram”
thick in the air.

“Take no prisoners
leave no one alive”
was our battle cry
by heavens justified.

We smoked them out
we burned them inside
their own houses, how
dare they build
mosques, on our land
pristine?

One hundred fifty to
two hundred we
ourselves staked in
the pits at Patiya,

bloody bastards buried
their dead,
now they know
the other extreme.

We dug out the dead
from their graves,
and the unborn out
of his womb,

and there it sat
as a plump trophy
at the zenith
of my towering
shamsheer,

let’s see now
how much more
they produce,
how many more
circumcised parasites
they breed.

And women too
we just slaughtered,
Me, the Maharana
I won’t touch
The women of Khan-i-Khana
though some of the Chhara
may have done more
they may have ravished,
slitting and knifing the cunts,
breasts they may have chopped off
just as they did
with the penis of men
(but what the hell those were
already slit beams).

But what an orgy
what a melee
what passion
what fun
it couldn’t have been better
even in the
best of my dreams

The public, police, politicians
prosecutors on our side,
who dare touch us?
This day we separated
the milk from the cream.

And I was at its head
Maharana Pratap I was
not just Babu Bajrangi

Now I wish that
God granting
I get another chance
then not just two hundred
but twenty

thousand I want to slay
under my own supervision
as I drive on huge hordes
of Ram’s own saffron fleets!”


4-5 November 2007
Written a couple of days after reading Babu Bajrangi’s interview in the Tehelka issue, on “Gujarat 2002”, of 3rd November 2007.