Tuesday, 27 November 2018

Robot, you are fair!

Stay away dirt!”
“Go away unclean!”
You shut the door as a robot
Shed tears before Medias.
Scribe syllables on perfumed  walls.

Justice turns aside. 
Truth to rob the poor  
and crush the weak!
Block the fugitives, wanderers 
Throw away the broken kites.
Rootless stray dogs they are!
Why to care wildflowers?
Wonderful to watch the life-less bodies 
wash up on beaches!


I wrote it about the attitude of nations to the refugee. Even in India, our attitude to the refugee from Burma was cruel. We all cry in front of media for the sake of Syria or Yasidis of Iraq or the Palestinians issues.

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