Delusions of Light
For my starving stomach
Has long given up
On your false promises
Of ache din and light.
Am I the poverty
You strive to eradicate?
Beat the bloody drum!
Demons are but dancing
In the delusions of light!
Flashing lanterns loom,
Eclipsing our daily gloom.
Your mad rush to progress
Had put us all to distress!
Am I the darkness,
You intend to eliminate?
Beat the bloody drum!
Demons are but dancing
In the delusions of light!
When there is no ears
Listening to our plight,
Sounds of your sparklers
Deafens our senile spirits!
Am I the anti-national,
You're hunting for?
Beat the bloody drum!
Demons are but dancing
In the delusions of light!
Woke up before the dawn,
My dad, a daily laborer.
You paid him with a pittance!
Disappointed, he returned drunk.
Are we the urban naxals,
You were snooping for?
Beat the bloody drum!
Demons are but dancing
In the delusions of light!
Doomed for generations,
We ask for our due, you offer
sweets to sickened hearts?
Land is but our body and soul - not
a Diwali gift for your corporate pals!
No dreams, this Diwali!
No! they're not for sale.
Beat the bloody drum!
Demons are but dancing
In the delusions of light!
In Agony,
S, an urban naxal.
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