Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
Godhra February 2002
Godhra February 2002
Green smoke, saffron fire ?
No ! Saffron smoke; it’s the fire that’s green
Does it really matter ?
The stains are green; they never lie
It really does matter
Air is saffron
Sky is saffron
Light is saffron
The lens is saffron
Lies are saffron
The Phallus is saffron
Screams are green
Pain is green
Degradation green
Indifference saffron
Jubilation saffron
Vengeance saffron
Smoke green
Fire saffron
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Maliana
Maliana
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The River Hindon
A tired trickle
That flows in the Heart
Of
Not Ganga-holy
Or Bhramaputra-angry
Just dark dirty water
That flows too close
To the shining seat of
Power
Narpat the sweeper
Works up a sweat
Helping skinless bodies
That bleed green blood
Through saffron bullet holes
Flow far from curious eyes
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