Thursday, 2 April 2015

Giggles at Reality

When the Prime Minister visits Shillong
The bamboos watch in silence.
When the President visits my college
I count the cars of security.
Sipping tea from my balcony
I watch that little girl by the road.
Standing naked, scared and stoned,
Staring at the windy racing rush.
When the President visits Barasat
I watch, I giggle, and I do this.

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