None of you remember me
I have been in Godhra and Pokhran,
just like I’ve been in Kashmir and Nagaland,
I used to have a hyena to sweep the remains of yours!
The few winters I’ve lived in
saw the birth of bombs and bullets,
the arrows from the Asuras have no words
for enough has been taken from their birds and land!
I lived among the Dravidians
they healed my wounds of aristocracy
slowed the songs and humanized the fables
a serious man did an experiment to hybridise resistance!
My land lives on a solid truth
yet it is the most ignored one today,
the lords make us sick, fight, throw bombs saying “it is for the lord”, Arjuna here cultures plutonium!
I wish you could remember
about the bunkers and the Kalapani,
how they were showed as pests of nation
by winding a Muhammad against the rooted Rama!
Aslam still sells beef to me
I store them in Vedas and share them
with the Shudras who sleep on your feet,
they wrap their ages with a gown of a setting sun!
The pelters are shown there
right in the hills as concentrated atoms,
to conjure their act, I was in my pre natal
when my uncle shared his room with a Naga rebel!
A cat lurks around a family
they fly, they’re tiny and brown in color,
her whiskers have rice and fish like clothes,
still she jumps on them to enjoy a tension growing!
I was in the Kamasutra
experimenting my hips with my queen,
blood falls of her nose with her jeans all red,
some just readjusted her pallu by wiping her strand!
I saw a fertile Chanakya
pulling the tails of multiple dogs,
setting their bitches to fire or marriage
for the land was made of money where he gambled!
I see people worshipping
all his acts like a mutated whore
who takes off her cloth even after knowing
there are her sisters being raped for the empires!
My home has antibiotics
for there’s sickness made by them,
every night a Eureka is said by stakeholders
and next morning the pharmacies lowers our lifespan!
Here peace need schools
they’re decided by war mongerers
they dine on atomic fission, they uproot
every single family man and woman to modify hate!
I sleep in the Babri Masjid,
where I see man crying for being gay
women are injected fluids for being lesbians
every new day ghost of theirs pelt Ram and Rahim!
The beaches have borders
and check posts, bikinis are banned
I have been there too, they search women
top to bottom in private, the skin there is too thick!
Imams have been called
to vote, priests stand to represent
the watchmen, both drink the same liquor
made of rotten rice for the Bacardis are booked!
I have been in that truck
on which Bilkis felt the demons,
rooted and booted like a bug in a dung
I kept on knitting the upcoming days in her blood!
Aisle of offices see them
like the saint sees his disciples
mere money holders to be squeezed bad
there forests, women, identity have a lot of bring profit!
Sound sleep has a price
more than a million euros my dear,
the wisdom is to surrender in sex and life,
lords play with breasts and homes, you can see just!
I wish you could remember
how the rebellion ended for you,
how it stopped for you wanted a life
made of silence, acceptance, surrender, all too fast!
Topics : Poems
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