Hi! This is a poem I wrote about independent India. I hope you enjoy reading it.
This poem has a cow walking down the road
Getting hit by a bus,
And a man that
Finds bars in front of his face
Because he ran over the holy mother.
It has Patel uncle downing the gosht,
Hushed whispers soon following
Its controversial scent.
This poem has plastic flags they gave out,
Later found floating in the gutter,
“Because patriotism is more than a flag.”
And remembers the man
Whose blood marks the theatre
where he took his final breath
Because he couldn’t stand up in time for the anthem.
“Because what is patriotism, if not our flag?”
This poem is full of paan stains on legal records,
24×7 electricity vs 1-hour power supply,
Boys with pink dresses,
Girls with purple bruises.
This poem has everything I see around me.
But
I’m not on the stage
And you aren’t the audience
So the nation will put on a show
And everyone will just
Wipe the screen,
Cover the blue-black arms,
The sunken eyes,
The red stains,
Play their part
And feel free while doing it.
