In two minds

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If I stand among the South-bound Murshidabadi labourers,
I have to tolerate their dead eyes, drooping heads,
barbaric words and decaying frames

If I stand among the salaried, I have to tolerate their bulging belly,
endless inane prattle, fake faces, borrowed attitudes,
feigned sunshine

So, I choose to stand among the labourers
and enjoy the warmth of the workers, free
to live as they wish, in shanties and under the wide sky
free to eat leftovers, as do street dogs
in our town

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I write because there is some lie that I want to expose, some fact to which I want to draw attention, said George Orwell. As a writer, I never kowtow to the whims and dictates of the sacred godmen or godwomen, the political bigots and hypocrites, dealers of laymen, the dishonest and self-serving intellectuals, traders of religions, the betrayers of ‘other’ Indians who eke out a living by their sweat, who are living in fear for being lynched for this and that.

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