Wannabe tyrant Aditya Thackeray has written some third-class poetry for classical vocalist Pandit Bhimsen Joshi, who died last Sunday.
Mid Day generally publishes the poorly written thoughts of others, and surely they don’t have it in them to rubbish the future Shiv Sena leader’s poem or even question why it isn’t in Marathi.
Here’s Aditya Thackeray’s poem – with what he really means in italics.
As your voice easily soars like my uncle is soaring above his uncle
Eases stress, all worldly sores caused by us Shiv Sainiks
It takes all the turns and rounds just like the buses we set afire
Your divine voice surpasses every good around er, that’s what dadaji told me to write
Like water that calms the soul and gently caresses Ganpati idols
Like universe, that holds us and the whole UP and Bihar
With your voice a billion emotions lie the result of eating vada pav with a green chilli
A voice and prayer so true I’ve never heard your songs
Even a lie can’t lie like my lackluster buck-toothed dad
Man, Shiv Sena shakha pramukhs are in for some real drab drinking sessions.