Tuesday, January 14, 2014

The Siddi Followers Of Baba Gor


ya baba gor
ya baba gor
a healing chant
opening Allahs door
siddi resurgence
siddi pride siddi
hope and more
from africa zulu
lands now settled
on indian shores
protector of the
lions of gir forest
reverberating
through a roar

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The Last Stand Of The Siddis


born in captivity
offshoot ..dying
lions my long
lasting tribute
their fightback
their resilience
photographically
poetically i salute
paused eternity
mocks humanity
irrefutably mute
the siddis silent
funereally astute

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The Siddis Condemned To A Greater Hell On Earth


made to mimic
the zulu warriors
on mumbai street
the siddis of noble
african parentage
i chanced to meet
at the holy saints
urus ..a spiritual
meet ..agony bitter
sweet ..in his eyes
i saw the moment
of his defeat the siddi
his fate could not
cheat.. a lost
soul incomplete
performing for the
dumb masses
siddi dancing feet
drumming their
ancestral pain
a moment obsolete
dreams dying
in slow retreat

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What All They Make The Siddis Do..


throw money
on the floor
make them
grovel lick
it pick it up
tragedy
hardcore
a noble
african race
the lions
last roar
a fallen
meteor
lost illusions
lost essence
substance
core
brought
as slaves
once upon
time to our
shores ..
braving
their doomed
destiny some more
a destiny that has shut
all future doors ,,,
guardians of the gir
forest ..in mumbai
never more ,,
picking up notes
on all fours
never seen such
an eyesore
siddis of junagadh
gujrat ..a lion is
their states
ambassador

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The Siddi Drummers of Junagadh


drumbeats
invoking
the holy
saint
sounds
instead
of words
the african
heritage
of the siddis
of junagadh
held in captivity
in a cage of time
these primitive
black birds
in the land
of the Ganges
their souls
will be interred

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The Siddis of Junagadh


from the dense
forests of gir
they come to
mahim performing
at the urus of
makhdhoom shah
baba following a
distant dream
a forgotten race
of africa ,,enslaved
to an illusion it seems
the flesh was willing ,,
uhuru the soul screams
ya baba gor dilon ko jod
as time flows downstream

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The Siddis of Junagadh



once a royal race
of africa
king of the jungle
they say
bought to india
as slaves
in the gir forests
among lions
tigers they stay
their deity
baba gor
chanting
drumming away
money thrown
on the floor
acrobatically
they catch
the hard
earned way
insulted
humiliated
for a heritage
far away
called habshi
these african
tribals
of today
like clowns
in a circus
i shot them
to my dismay
at mahim urus
police sandal
i remember it
to this day

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