By Ranbir Singh Sekhon
The enemy I had defeated was the one I could see
With great sacrifice victory was meant to be free
As I lay down to enjoy the sweet success of mine
Little did I know about the faceless foe of time
Sweet sweet dreams he had wished me bye
Hindu Hindi Hindustan was his lullaby.
The noise of his melody I could not stand
only to wake up in the Hindu land
Bewildered, I inquired about my homeland.
The voice replied, the rules have changed.
You are a Hindu too, don’t you understand
It was all along a Hindu game plan.
With rules changed my rights stripped Hindus had framed a constitution,
Where a Sikh could not fit
He proved his point by enacting a Hindu act To protect Sikh rights we never had a pact In India Sikhs are claimed to be a Hindu sect Hindus have inflicted a wound so deep inside This is the price for the Sikh’s sacrifice
My tenets are different my identity distinct
All along the Hindu has wanted me to look like him Hindu, the faceless foe, is hard to admit
He had me fooled with his knaving wit
He acted meek and pretended weak
You are my brother he often did claim
But it was meant for a personal gain
Under the facade of brotherhood
He went on to destroy whatever he could
He made his enemies appear like mine
How he made this move boggles my mind
The act of his bigtory is hard to bear
His devious moves are crystal clear
Who is this faceless foe will be told
As the pages of the history unfold
The enemy of the Sikhs must be exposed
Lest Sikhs should be brought into the Hindu folds
At last! Hindu, the faceless foe, is faceless no more
Article extracted from this publication >> June 3, 1988
