A new hope has dawned upon the red earth tonight.
The torch burns bright once again from the eastern sky.
At midnight, the gates have opened.
The young, and the old, and the ageless
have raged together. Now they run free.
Jadavpur did not fail us.
Will the rays reach the coal mines of Northeast?
Will it wash away the dust off in Delhi?
Just another 26th January
Dilli rains over a broken republic
The king of the world has come
along with his Indian pawn
and many others who adore them.
Women and men
dressed in uniforms
walk with a fake pride, their drill makes me laugh,
and cry at the same time.
from humble backgrounds- exercising,
exposing to kill
flesh and blood in Chhattisgarh,
in Northeast and Kashmir.
So Dilli mocks.
And makes faces at them.
Dilli rains over this broken republic.
A hug huge enough to change the world.
Another election point scored.
Another baby born half at Domiasiat.
Excerpts from the collection of poems ‘For the Love of Pork’, Les Editions du Zaporogue to be published next year