Somewhere she died

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