As I board the air craft. On to the bus. People in wheel - TopicsExpress



          

As I board the air craft. On to the bus. People in wheel chairs. Some young some old. Some standing. Some not knowing. I sneer, At my sense of arrogance, I see a poetry, Lost, Between the nudity of Mumbai, And the thirst of Kutch. I smile, Who cares? Why should I, A refugee, Between the India that was meant to be, And a India that became. Where will you, Scums of our heritage, After beating me black and blue, Breaking my bones, Stripping me of my identity, Banish me? I am everywhere, Right in the holes of your soles. Hardik Mahesh Vaidya.
Posted on: Tue, 05 Nov 2013 09:17:59 +0000

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