The Indian Way(Poem)

Shaving head
for the lord
saves the soul
here.

Dipping the dead,
mixing the breath
in the waters
and kissing the horizons
fades away our sins
here.

The insomniac Vedas
and the gods
who taste the blood
in sacrifice
fly
here.

Patriarchs
freed the bodies
of women
yet the shadows are frozen
in the light
of law, scriptures
and curriculum.

Comrades
of forest
and the scavengers of sewers
still standing in the queue
with fire and ice in hands.
here.
here.

bomb
and the boom
in the hungriest
hearts
yet
the finger never
crosses the line
on the E.V.M.

Too shy
for a change.


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