Looters,
Breakers
And thugs
Will keep
Engaging the stage
Of racism,
Anti-racism,
Protest,
Protest drama,
Street,
Street theatre,
Goondaism,
This goondaism must
Come to an end
As has gone into excess
And excess of everything
Is bad?
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The vagaries of life,
The migrant workersTaking the journey back homeOn foot,A long way to goWithout money and livelihood?Is this the India we intended to build,Did we get independence for all that?Are they menAnd for what are they there stranding?Going on the path of life just likeThe caravans of refugees,Just like the nomads, the nomadic peopleAnd the gypsies going,The…
Where your Baba,
Teaching you sitarAnd the Indian raagas?
Under the moonlit nights,
Kept you mum and silent,Said you not,Just shrugged you off.I saw you under the wintry chill and mist,Fog and frost,The icicles hanging by,But you standing silent and still.None was thereExcept you and me,Only the stars were twinkling,The moon was shining above.The scene was as suchPicturesque against the landscape gloomyThat I could not resist my temptationFrom…
Midnight’s children,
Stitched and re-stitched,Dream children of Partition,India being partitionedAnd they seeing,The ragged and the commonersWith so much bewilderment and disgust.
God, it is my prayer to You,
A manAnd then anything elseYou want to give to meAnd if You can’t, give You notWhat you want to.
It was a summer day
In between the bushesI saw a big blackly pig lyingBy the side wayWith so many pigletsSucking,Sucking the breast,The small, small pigsSo manyAs kidsSucking,Sucking the breastAnd the mother lying fallen flatResting and relaxingAnd sleeping,RecliningNear the bushesShadyJust by the side way.