It doesn't matter
what we are or what we have been?
What remains is what we could be.
Left or Right,
RSS or Communist,
Indian Army or Maoist,
A writer, a poet or a business man,
One who can kill,
One who can rape,
One who can break into a dance of death,
will never stop till the land is red.
They will never stop,
Till they become the land,
and land becomes them.
When the bone
rusts to dusts
and customary tears rain down from the heavens
You too will muddle through the mud
of men, women and children,
who once were your own.