Disciples In Revolt
Ghar Peer Ka Bijli Ke Charaghon Se Hai Roshan
Not a rushlight for us,—in our Master’s
Fine windows electric lights blaze!
Manind-e-Poojte Hain Kaabe Ke Barhman
Town or village, the Muslim’s a duffer—
To his Brahmins like idols he prays.
Har Kharqa-e-Saaloos Ke Andar Hai Mahajan
Not mere gifts—compound interest these saints want,
In each hair‐shirt a usurer’s dressed,
Zaghon Ke Tasarruf Mein Auqabon Ke Nasheman!
Who inherits his seat of authority
Like a crow in the eagle’s old nest.