Arrested life(Poem)

Under Gandhian clouds
stood
a man with a red-inked mind.

Ready to
wake up
the hibernating syllables
and buttery figures of speech
with his
acidic prose.

The cannibals
with power
quiver.

The pockets
of privilege
shiver.

And the
veins of
deceiver
shall jitter.

Censored constitution
can
walk again
without the sticks
of rupee and revolutions.

The wildfire
and the wild storm
will unite
to make
idioms
a reality.

Till then
O’
Empty bellies
Empty homes
Empty plates
Empty words
Empty morals

Hold your
knuckles.

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