On Raghu’s exit : Starry Starry

Abhishek Thakore
3 min readMay 4, 2021

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I say farewell to a man I admired a lot Raghuram Rajan with a spoof of “Starry Starry Night” (original at the end)

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Slimy, Swamy’s fight

You’re dressed in blue and gray

Calling it quits on a rainy day

With eyes that know the darkness in his soul

Signing on the bills

Cuttin’ the rates and forex fills

You do the work and the PMO chills

He says you’re from a foreign land

Now I understand

What you tried to tell Modi

And how you suffered for your sanity

And how you tried to set us all free

They would not listen, they did not know how

Perhaps they’ll listen now

Arun ain’t so bright,

From fragile five to brightly blaze

Swirling rupees in violet haze

Reflect in Raghu’s eyes of banker’s blue

Colours changing hue

Why did you speak against the grain

Why did you take that ass-in-the-pain

Why didn’t you hold the Master’s wrinkled hand

Now I understand

Why you bothered Swamy

And how you suffered for your sanity

And how you tried to be the brighty

They would not listen, they did not know how

They’re only Gujjus from Vadnagar gaav

For they could not love you

But still your love was true

And when no hope was left in sight

On that bigoted, blinded right

You took your life, as bankers often do

But I could’ve told you Raghu

This country was never meant for

One as intelligent as you

Starry, starry night

Portraits hung in empty halls

RBI heads on nameless walls

With eyes that watch the economy and can’t forget

Like the fools that you’ve met

The saffron men in customized clothes

Debts were recovered, the sensex that rose

Lie crushed and broken in this after-glow

Now I think I know

What you tried to say to us

And how you suffered for your sanity

And why you created all this fuss

They would not listen, they’re not listening still

Perhaps they never will

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Starry, starry night

Paint your palette blue and gray

Look out on a summer’s day

With eyes that know the darkness in my soul

Shadows on the hills

Sketch the trees and the daffodils

Catch the breeze and the winter chills

In colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand

What you tried to say to me

And how you suffered for your sanity

And how you tried to set them free

They would not listen, they did not know how

Perhaps they’ll listen now

Starry, starry night

Flaming flowers that brightly blaze

Swirling clouds in violet haze

Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue

Colors changing hue

Morning fields of amber grain

Weathered faces lined in pain

Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand

Now I understand

What you tried to say to me

And how you suffered for your sanity

And how you tried to set them free

They would not listen, they did not know how

Perhaps they’ll listen now

For they could not love you

But still your love was true

And when no hope was left in sight

On that starry, starry night

You took your life, as lovers often do

But I could’ve told you Vincent

This world was never meant for

One as beautiful as you

Starry, starry night

Portraits hung in empty halls

Frame-less heads on nameless walls

With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget

Like the strangers that you’ve met

The ragged men in ragged clothes

The silver thorn of bloody rose

Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know

What you tried to say to me

And how you suffered for your sanity

And how you tried to set them free

They would not listen, they’re not listening still

Perhaps they never will

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Abhishek Thakore
Abhishek Thakore

Written by Abhishek Thakore

Pushing the edge…..with soft motherly nudges…

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