To Rahul with love, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

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.

R.A. Jacob © 29/8/18

The legacy

You are the fourth generation of nationalist,
How can they call you words,
This is false it's dangerous,
How can such words be heard.

Great great grandson of Motilal,
Freedom fighter of great repute,
Such grevious words are injurious,
I all such allegations refuse.

Wake up India, wake up,
Democracy is at stake,
Don't blame great grandson of Nehru,
In history they have a place.

Indira died for our country,
Rajiv for our motherland was slain,
If we call his son a traitor,
It's we who will bare the blame.