Friday, January 21, 2011

Life Shall Not Rhyme-

Now
He just lives
In a black and white jungle
In the hinterland

Amidst dry winters and sticky sun

Where men are God-less
And worship
Rice
And in front of a father
A son dies

A poor man’s wife
Is just an upper caste whore
Two and two are yet not four

Where
Death wishes
Are the only prayer
And at a blank white paper and dark blue pen
He stares

And you ask why he isn’t penning love poems now?
He now knows life shall not rhyme
He now knows life shall not rhyme

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