amitrajora
September 30th, 2003, 11:50 AM
General Happiness
The victors were jubiliant, with their medals
The vanquished were busy, counting their dead
The widow got a pension and three daughters
The arms-peddlers got bullion instead
Beauty
A yellow bird just fluttered across
the alphonso trees to the yellow sand
waves tickle the keels of fishing boats and
the stone-crusher readies her child for class
Ghosts
Should have known better than to chase the wind
Just ashes of the memories left in the end
Suppressed, but never died
Love: - deep, denied and dignified
Journey
From Pokhara in Nepal to Kamathipura in Hell
Sagarmatha’s cornices to a ten by eight hovel
Life has indeed travelled a long way
For this young dark-eyed girl
Efficiency
The mob dragged her out to garland with a burning tyre
A lone voice from the back cried “ Stop there !”
They fumed “who is this Gandhi ka chela ?” , mad with blood-thirst
“….er , I was just saying ,why not rape her first ? “
Retribution
The petty bourgeois employs the nine year old
Working him hard, serving leftovers cold
‘ May God bless you, just as He may see
may your child work for a faceless MNC ‘
The victors were jubiliant, with their medals
The vanquished were busy, counting their dead
The widow got a pension and three daughters
The arms-peddlers got bullion instead
Beauty
A yellow bird just fluttered across
the alphonso trees to the yellow sand
waves tickle the keels of fishing boats and
the stone-crusher readies her child for class
Ghosts
Should have known better than to chase the wind
Just ashes of the memories left in the end
Suppressed, but never died
Love: - deep, denied and dignified
Journey
From Pokhara in Nepal to Kamathipura in Hell
Sagarmatha’s cornices to a ten by eight hovel
Life has indeed travelled a long way
For this young dark-eyed girl
Efficiency
The mob dragged her out to garland with a burning tyre
A lone voice from the back cried “ Stop there !”
They fumed “who is this Gandhi ka chela ?” , mad with blood-thirst
“….er , I was just saying ,why not rape her first ? “
Retribution
The petty bourgeois employs the nine year old
Working him hard, serving leftovers cold
‘ May God bless you, just as He may see
may your child work for a faceless MNC ‘