Anhad ka Baaja

Everything is grist to the mill Anything that can be Is subverted to  Further the cause Everything is grist to the mill The poor migrants on the road Are used to ask for  The supreme court’s help In

Some are waiting for Things to return to normal Business as usual Others are saying This is the opportunity The krisis We have been waiting for To change the world (For the better) Some are wearing

Right now, all of us Are watching from the Admittedly insecure refuge  Of our homes The flood of the dispossessed And thinking According to our temperaments Their karma their life or There but for

Like so many Thousands and thousands Of use-and-throw items In our lives We see the long march Of the use-and-throw humans Cast off Literally cast off By the Urban Industrial Capitalist system To

If I get it  I will die This visceral fear Has infected people So villages barricade themselves Against outsiders And doctors are chased  Out of their homes That you may have it And not show symptoms

It has been ever thus: Some people get to tell  Others what to do And if this is done  Without thought for the other Then there is great suffering Lockdown without notice means that Thousands and