Cement(Poem)

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The hands from the slum
and the un-pencil-ed minds
wove the crust and mantle
on which the motherboards
and circuits could build
an urban legend.
{Unacknowledged}


People with neckties and apps
crushed the rickshaws
and the dabbawala hopes.

The vaseline balm-ed bodies
visit dreams
but the public transport bodies
return to nightmares.

Pink slip-ed scorpions
stung by EMI venoms
roam the skyscraper deserts.

Covid-ed
crawled
cornered
in a circus of no-breakfast life.

Some performed the last rites
to their efforts
and went back to villages
to rely on
N
P
K.
(Fertilisers)


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