“Sajan re jhooth mat bolo, khuda ke paas jana hai.” The line cuts through decades of film history with the directness of a village elder’s counsel. Truth without ornament, morality without pretence — this was Shailendra’s gift to Hindi cinema.AdvertisementBorn Shankardas Kesarilal in a Dalit household in Rawalpindi in 1923 and raised in Mathura, Shailendra belonged to that rare breed of artists who could transform the everyday into the eternal. Like Kabir, who sang his truths on the ghats of Banaras while weaving cloth by day, Shailendra took plain-spoken wisdom and wove it into popular cinema. Kabir had his riverbank; Shailendra had Bombay’s film studios. Both spoke to ordinary people in the language they already owned.The Democracy of Simple TruthShailendra’s voice carried folk and Bhakti idioms, Bhojpuri cadences, and street songs into Hindi cinema. His years as a railway welder and involvement with the Indian People’s Theatre Association (IPTA) gave him a working-class lens that never left his writing. Where Kabir’s dohas turned domestic images into moral argument, Shailendra transformed everyday scenes into ethical insight fit for mass performance.His craft prioritised truth above flourish. Just as Kabir’s couplets insisted on plain speech, Shailendra’s lyrics embraced the same directness with melody. That moral bluntness — refusing the comfort of clever evasions, insisting on equality before life’s reckonings — is why his lines outlived changing musical fashions and continue to resonate today.AdvertisementYet, truth in Shailendra’s hands was never austere. His moral vocabulary breathed with compassion. Kabir declared “Prem gali ati sankari” (love’s lane is too narrow for ego). Shailendra recast that Bhakti ethic into civic tenderness: “Kisi ki muskurahaton pe ho nisar, kisi ka dard mil sake to le udhaar.” No mystic haze here — just a call to lighten someone’s sorrow when you can. This ethic of small mercies made his songs feel lived-in, useful, intimate.The Eternal JourneyBoth understood life as a spiritual journey. Kabir watched grinding stones and saw people crushed between illusion and desire. In Guide, Shailendra’s musafir faces the same existential question: “Wahan kaun hai tera, musafir, jaayega kahan?” The traveller stands on the road, unsure of destination, weighed down by possessions and illusions.These are ethical prompts disguised as melody: Shed your burdens, examine your attachments, look inward. That inward-turning curiosity, shaped by Bhakti and Sufi sensibilities, gives his lines their quiet ache and persistent relevance.Art as Gentle ResistanceThe IPTA taught Shailendra that art could carry resistance without shrillness, that political consciousness need not abandon artistic grace. “Har zor-zulm ki takkar mein, hartal hamara nara hai,” transformed a slogan into rhythm. ‘Tu zinda hai’ celebrated resilience under pressure with the quiet confidence of someone who had witnessed both oppression and the human capacity to endure it.Also Read | Raanjhanaa’s AI ending raises an old question: Do directors have no rights over their own films?Like Kabir, he could be cutting in his critique of hypocrisy, but his tone remained that of a teacher rather than a scold. He trusted plain speech to do the heavy lifting, understanding that moral force often lies not in volume but in clarity.The People’s PoetShailendra remains the people’s poet because he refused the gatekeeping of high culture. Kabir abandoned Sanskrit pomp for vernacular clarity; Shailendra sidestepped ornate diction for the heart-language of his listeners. His lines belonged as easily to bus seats and tea stalls as to cinema halls.Whether flowing from the mouth of Raj Kapoor’s tramp, Balraj Sahni’s farmer, or Dev Anand’s wanderer, these songs felt life-born rather than composed. You might forget the film, but the line stays with you — and that remains the truest test of popular poetry.His life was brief — just 43 years — but his songs continue to walk among us. They work in the open air of everyday speech and memory. He made lines easy to sing, easy to recall, easy to pass along, favouring concrete images and familiar idioms, so moral insight could land in the body as well as the mind. His craft was democratic by design.Why Remembering Shailendra Matters NowIn our moment of shrinking attention spans and cultural noise, Shailendra’s work offers a different path. Against language weaponised to divide or obscure, his approach — clarity that is generous, moral courage that remains gentle — feels urgently relevant.His method was deceptively simple: Speak plainly, speak truly, speak to everyone. This remains necessary whether making films, crafting policy, or trying to live decently in an increasingly complex world. He proved that ethics can be embedded in entertainment without sermonising, that mass art need not compromise its soul, and that tenderness itself can be political resistance.To call him the Kabir of Hindi cinema recognises both method and spirit. Both understood that the deepest truths often wear the simplest clothes, that wisdom travels best when it travels light.Marking his 102nd birth anniversary means more than nostalgia — it’s about keeping moral clarity in circulation. His songs persist not as museum pieces but as living counsel, available to future generations facing their own versions of our eternal questions about truth, compassion, and how to live decently in a complex world.The writer is a UK-based researcher specialising in caste and cinema