Not A Story...

It's not a story.

It happened yesterday or early today.

With a promise to occur tomorrow.

I have read.

Religion is the opium of masses

And political religion

Has its own conclusions.

And no religion is fed

Without flesh and blood. So,

We conduct massacre

Quite masterfully. Looking myself

On the issue of beef

I fail to recognize.

Is it me! A lion headed

Angry and maddened animal!

Is it me? Me a Pakistan

A Syria

A VHP

A Hindu!!

No wonder people die in France

They die every where. For people

Are born to be killed. No wonder.

I have no aggression against

The clan having mehendi coloured beards

I have no complaints against

The saffronisation

For I know in us

We breed a secret obsession

For cannibalism. We are

Animals and a Darwin was not

Happy to connect us so.

So, our agitation against

An attack somewhere

Is a prelude to

An epic of destruction. Can't we stop

These candle marches, returning of awards

As Immatured characters

And let the darkness prevail everywhere

So that we can't see a deceased

And the raga of our suffering.