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There are just twenty of them, would you believe!
The rest are restrained, why not allowed to leave?
Maybe the score bears numberless grains of rice
To fill million stomachs, a little left over for mice.
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Divine intervention? So meagre is thy daily bread
To seek pardon for trespass on so many left dead.
And who is to say when it reaches those who fell,
Provender’s arrived, not garnished with shrapnel?
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Phials, tubes, needles snap in jolts, hop and lurch
As wheels skid, seeking grip in a desperate search
Cracked jars of water gush, fallen to a pitted road
Tyres screech in smoking craters, can’t bear load.
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When mouths wail, ‘Water!’ Stomachs concave,
Vacant of even morsels, and minds solely crave
For life, so ruthless wrung till pink grist remains.
Scream! Call out those who’re erasing the stains!
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There are just twenty of them, would you believe!
The rest are restrained, why not allowed to leave?
Maybe the score bears numberless grains of rice
To fill million stomachs, a little left over for mice.
Divine intervention? So meagre is thy daily bread
Two children fought hard on a street
Neither would give up, beat a retreat
I intervened, and gave one my hand
Other went down, soon bit the sand
Gave other hand to wipe those eyes
Doled false hopes, soothed with lies.
God saw it all, sent seraphs with wands
They became swords, cut off my hands
Somebody recently said that Felix is my pet
That’s because she hadn’t met the beagle yet.
Or else, she surely would have clearly seen
How badly mistaken she had actually been.
A little study of the domestic order of the peck.
Would’ve revealed the collar around my neck.
Have you ever been held to ransom by your own?
When old dogs call it a day, go away
And finally reach, who knows where?
Some of them are quite likely to say.
Rather stay with my folks down there.
If that cannot be made to transpire
The Lord may stretch a point for us.
When we are set to mount the bier
Make sure we are on that same bus.
Why is our earth getting so war-ridden?
Isn’t there any answer out there hidden?
But we keep on asking again and again
Like some parrot that has gone insane,
Yet knows what sought is outside cage.
So do we, if we could but turn the page.
Some think it lies in missiles and drones
In rockets and bombs, exploded phones
Bailiff: All rise! The Court of Honourable Justice Pandava is now in session.
Court clerk: Case No.15326, Kabirs vs Dayal of 2020.
Judge: Are both the petitioner and respondent present in court along with their counsels?
Court clerk: Both the petitioner and respondent are present and have decided to represent their cases on their own.
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