some small poems

I left the world
to live in it
…

stalin, I won’t clap for you
but I will pray for you too
…

some years ago,
we had 33 crores of devatas,
now, we have 767 crores,
I pray to all, to all,
I take a bow
…

stories…
garlands of
memories,
thorns, flowers,
identities dear to us;
fresh, old
we can’t throw them away,
they stick to us
as long as we stay
…