The Angry Hanuman!

The angry Hanuman,

Angrily pouncing from the rear back mirror

Or the windshield of the door

to the cars behind,

or staring passerbys,

Facing towards the opposite side,

Looking aggrieved;

Probably by the refusal to meet face on!

Raged he is, against the owner of the four wheeler,

Against a particular class who travels around him

In similar looking vehicles,

Wearing similar looking clothes,

Unlike times when divine figures would face the passengers in the car,

The angry Hanuman looks angrily away, afar!

Forewarning urgency,

To loyal followers;

For loyalties have been proclaimed

Almost like something disastrous, cannot not wait!

Unnerved by his arrival,

His anger and outraged rage

Guilty followers make him look the other way around

Almost saying 'I am not to be blamed'

'Look at him, he has played the game'

Hamuman probably says' I am not here to look at your face'

'You can turn me around and not put me in any divine place!'

The question still remains

what is he so angry about;

Is it the division of humanity?

Is it the misuse of his name?

Is it the mistreatment to Vayu, his dad?

To those who think it is Aggressive Hindutva

It could be sounds of Molten Lava!

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