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I am going through the most difficult days of my life.
Not only has the shadow of a father left my head,
The pillar of the soul of Jharkhand has departed.
I didn’t just call him ‘Baba’.
He was my guide, the roots of my thoughts,
And the shadow like a forest
That saved thousands and lakhs of Jharkhandis
From the sun and injustice.
My Baba’s beginning was very ordinary.
Born in that small house in the village of Nemra,
Where there was poverty, hunger, but courage.
He lost his father in childhood itself.
The exploitation of the landlords gave him a fire
That made him a lifelong struggler.
I have seen him
Ploughing the fields,
Sitting among the people,
He didn’t just give speeches,
He lived the sorrows of the people.
When I used to ask him in childhood:
“Baba, why do people call you Dishom Guru?”
Then he would smile and say:
“Because son, I understood only their sorrow
And made their fight my own.”
That title was not written in any book,
Nor given by the Parliament –
It came out of the hearts of the people of Jharkhand.
‘Dishom’ means society,
‘Guru’ means the one who shows the way.
And to tell the truth,
Baba not only showed us the way,
He taught us to walk.
In childhood, I only saw him struggling, fighting with the big ones
I was afraid
But Baba never got scared.
He used to say:
“If standing up against injustice is a crime,
Then I will be guilty again and again.”
Baba’s struggle cannot be understood by any book.
It was in his sweat, in his voice,
And in his torn heels covered with his slippers.
When Jharkhand state was formed,
Then his dream came true
But he never considered power an achievement.
He said:
“This state is not a chair for me
It is the identity of my people.”
Today Baba is not there,
But his voice is echoing within me.
I learned to fight from you Baba,
Not to bow down.
I learned to love Jharkhand from you
Without any selfishness.
Now you are not among us,
But you are in every path of Jharkhand.
In every beat of the Mandar,
In the soil of every field,
You peep into the eyes of every poor person.
You saw the dream
Now it is my promise.
I will not let Jharkhand bow down,
I will not let your name be erased.
Your struggle will not remain incomplete.
Baba, now you rest.
You have fulfilled your duty.
Now we have to walk
On your footsteps.
Jharkhand will remain indebted to you.
Me, your son,
I will keep your word.
Veer Shibu Zindabad – Zindabad, Zindabad
Dishom Guru Amar Rahen.
Jai Jharkhand, Jai Jai Jharkhand.
