Identity
Here they know
Who I am
Yet feigning ignorance
They ask me:
Who are you?
I tell them:
This head is Shambuka’s
These hands are Ekalvya’s,
This heart, Kabir’s.
I am Jabali Satyakam.
But these feet are still untouchable.
Today I am a Man.
Isn’t that good enough?
Well, who are you?
Mummy
The stones of centuries piled up over us
A pyramid of tears
Here today
We are mummies
Stuffed with wailing voices
But forging in our smithies
Accident
Today
At the zebra crossing
The upright human figure on the signal light
Lost its balance
And lay sprawled at the bottom of the circle of light.
But the signal went about its business unriffled
Controlling human traffic.
Christ on the cross
Bring him down,I say!
Bring him down!
What has he been doing
On the cross
All these years?
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