Anhad ka Baaja

The eyes of my country Are clouded  By the cataract of prejudice May the Great Ophthalmologist in the sky In his wisdom Restore their vision Urgently In hindsight, everyone has 20/20 vision But we

Fighter pilots and Now, drone operators Are trained on simulators The lines are  Deliberately blurred  Between a video game And a war Friends now berate each other Shrilly, on social media In a way

When a baby is born We measure its age in days Then weeks Then months And one day, suddenly It is half a year old The Kashmir lock-down babies Will have milk teeth now

I have so many things to say But no words to say them with Struck dumb by The fire power The audacity The lightning strikes Of the enemy Make no mistake They have been preparing A long while  For

All masks are off No holds are barred No pretences any more You are with us or against us The parliament is ours The police are ours The goondas are ours The iron rods are ours You can keep your

Just hearing about the police excesses The _vardi-vale goonde-log _Makes me boil inside Makes me want to retaliate violently Could I have such feelings inside? I ask myself And if I could, Then