Everybody knows
That everything in Ayodhya
Is imaginary
Imaginary
That mosque
Which was demolished
Those images
Were just meant for
Some famous film
That was an
Afternoon nap
A sort of a confused dream
Or a snore
Whose noise washed away
The faintly sad cracking sound
Of those arches
While domes crashed down slowly
In some black and white blur
Translated from Hindi by Tarun Bhartiya
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