Crores of Footfalls
Overwhelmed with the crores of footfalls at pilgrim sites and tourist destinations across the continents. More footfall, more happiness.
Poetry
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A Timid Man
It tells the suffering of an aged worker, "Whenever a buyer stops,he looks terrified,as a caged bird, the butcher slits for home delivery."
All Roads Lead to Ayodhya
live long in your dark alleys that do not lead the city of Lord Ram…But dark alleys will be filled with light and be ready to be lynched or burned alive.
On Holy Days
It attests to the disenchantment of the poet to the festivity of any holy day people celebrate with fire and food.
Maa
It attests to the loving memory of the poet's mother. She took hardships with a smile and did simple things for her children and neighbours.
Burning the Midnight Oil
It attests to the trajectory of Indian students who face stiff competition in the shrinking Indian job market.
Blue Fox
It attests to the duplicity of the men of a particular community who, after getting established, forget their past.
We are 300 Rohingya Muslims
The world labelled us ‘refugee’,
In Allah’s wide land, and sea and sky
We are pariahs,
Ways of profits for human traffickers
Columnists still relish our survival feats!
Cow Dung Collector
It attests to the irony we find in poor Khenti's copying the young girls who are exercising to lose weight and look smart to their bosses.
Waves of Heat at our Town
It attests to the systematic techniques of exploiting the oppressed, ably used by the babus of our town year after year.