Sunday, October 21, 2012

The North Indian Bhaiyya ..Work is Worship



as time slips
wings broken
battered stripped
from uttar pradesh
where madam
kept her pet
elephants
built parks
statues
till she
tripped
italian bags
fancy clips
their fate
whipped
not wanting
to build her
statue in
the hot blazing sun
to work in mumbai
they came souls ripped
carrying loads of
merchandise
pulling hand carts
bent back broken hips
their kismet caught
in a vicious grip
stoic silence
stitched lips
will netaji
understand
their pain
their sufferings
their hardships
politically
eclipsed

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