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 many uniforms walk
with a fake pride, their drill makes me laugh,
and cry at the same time.
These simple people
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 a broken republic.
A hug, huge enough to change the world
Another election point scored
Another baby born half at Domiasiat.

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