revolution denied
free
free at last
to bury the past
deep
very deep
losing little sleep
over a revolution denied
and all the lies lied
while the many remain hungry
the few plunder till they are stuffed
sleeping on silken silks
their frills neatly buffed
and should the impertinent many demand their rightful dignity
oh why well then
the many must
oh they absolutely must
be hushed
or forever shushed
i lost some of my innocence that day
an odd day all those years ago
when papa asked me to take some tourists to a few sights around town
so i did
we went there
and here
and back
and then something inexplicable occurred
inexplicable to me at least
( naive teenager that i was )
when finally reaching the lotus temple
the four men refused to join me as i led them to this scintillating jewel of architecture right in the middle of my beloved delhi
i couldn’t understand why you see
till we dropped the tourists off at their swanky hotel
and later i told papa what had happened at the lotus temple
and
he said
‘they must have been the religious kind’
which in itself meant nothing to me
and he elaborated
and another petal of innocence fell to the winter floor
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