Prose in the World(Poem)

On the tar road
we see torn clothes
and second-hand souls.

In the homes
we see wasted wombs
and charged morals.

On the soil
we see the hanged hopes
and the
pesticide-ed suicides.

In the romance
we see the kiss
of caste
and the sting of power.

On the screen
we see the Mahatmas
and the words
that can petrify the ossifications
of the norms or the worms of the traditions.

Yet
In the life
we see brethren
who cannot take a joke.

Yet
In the life
we see the sistren
who worship the son
and not the moon
with leather leggings
after 8 pm.

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