To Rahul with love

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob

Don't call him names I tell you,

Blood of freedom fighters,

Flows in his veins,

For when you call him names, it pains.

Blood of Motilal Nehru,

Blood of Indira Gandhi,

Blood of Rajiv Gandhi,

A lineage is so royal so great.

Till when shall you malign him,

Just for political gains,

I tell you you are ruthless,

I tell your actions pains.

Blood of Jesus, I implore you,

Wash off all the stains,

They have maligned my favourite,

You only can wash all stains.