If in 2002
You could run your hands
Under the tap
Dry it off on a saffron towel
And seat yourself
Nonchalantly on your seat of power
Why not today
Then it was the blood of hundreds
And now it is of thousands
Rinse, repeat
They ask
How can you sleep at night
The fools!
Haven't they understood by now
The fetters of normal humanity
Do not hold you
You snore at night!
Why in the name of current Indian hell
Are people even surprised?
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Chandni Girija
April 27, 2021
Day 27 of 30 | 30 Poems in 30 Days | National Poetry Writing Month #napowrimo
Lost my former classmate and hostel-mate of three years. Had pledged to send out hope and positivity in the closing of this writing month. But Charu's news has shaken many of us.
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