"Verily know thee-
That yours comes yet,
a date with a bullet:
On an unlikely evening,
an unsuspicious morning;
When impatience snaps like lightening"
Tuesday, September 29, 2026
The dog and the master
The dog and the master
Today
morning is the news
Of
he who always had tread
With
great clout these avenues
But now lies quite dead-
Gods of the night
Gods of the night
Minutes thin towards the
0.00 hour
And
sleep overwhelms,
flames
are blown off wicks, the town snuggles for slumber.
A
giant cloak of night descends to guard till dawn
Saints and robbers roost together.
FREE TO SAIL
Free to sail
When the storm of youth
Brewed inside me,
When the whirlwind of emotion
Entrapped us in folly-
The next scandal
The next scandal
Am
a Fan in a cage
Spinning
in rage
fast,
furious, frantic
I
blast a stream of draught
In whose path sit signatories
Born In The Dung
Born
In The Dung
So I stretch my
legs
As I did those days-
As I sat upon the path
Among the spattered dung of last night
Watching for the little giants -
Little beetles that roll balls -
Mother
Mother
When the hawker
trades her spiel
For
the party manifesto
She
is not my mother
She
is no hawker
She
becomes opposition activist
A poet
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