Anhad ka Baaja

We outsource Our health to doctors We let Teachers teach our children How to learn And worse What to learn Our arguments are Argued by lawyers Even our gossip-mongering Is sublet to journalists And

With knee on neck And I can’t brea.. He breathed his last And he can’t see What happened next What happened next Was that here and there And everywhere People realised that They could not brea..

Living in comfortable bubbles Of our own devising We feel that nothing will ever Rock the boat But the unthinkable Does happen sometime And we find ourselves  Boxed in by The dance of the virus Now

It is only too easy for us To say How horrible How heartless How inhuman But the responsibility for  The elephant’s death Can be laid Squarely at our door Farmers get no help at all To keep marauding

They don’t want Your alms Your hand-me-downs Your charity They want what is rightfully theirs Their dignity Cloaked in their dignity They have negotiated whatever Life has thrown at them Till now.

When I first read Kafka’s Metamorphosis I thought to myself What an outrageous premise I woke one morning And found I was an insect But now I see I am truly an insect No agency, no volition Just