Somewhere
in Gurugram she roamed
with
a beer can in hand and kicks in heart.
Children
cried from a school bus
unable
to grasp the zeal of neo-patriots
who
pelted rocks at their window panes.
Somewhere
in Gurugram I bled saffron
Padmavati
earned hundred crore rupees
The
box office is a different world
with
its own holy cows that feed on plastic
and
Rajput pride and nationalist noises
Somewhere
in Gurugram Eklavya lost his thumb
The
beer can was found near the girl’s skirt
Beer,
blood and saffron mingled
Padmavati
lost her ‘i’
The
girl lost her skirt and much more
The
patriots made her a whore
Somewhere
in Gurugram she died
Yellow cowards...
ReplyDeleteWhat they are doing is terrifying. It undermines the whole nation, the very concept of nation.
Deleteinteresting post
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