Criticality
When life is done
and parrots are gone;
take me to the canal.
All life lived in small
footprints. There were eponyms
all the way.
When the name is done
and wigs are gone;
take me to the canal.
The kids had guns, when
you were hacked. You wrote
for yourself one beautiful elegy .
When the road was done and
stones were gone;
take me to the canal.
In one blue moon, one another day,
a journey will start in
elephant grass. They were hiding
behind the bush. When pink and white
I will unfurl a flag
take me to the canal.
Truth handbound in jail for a crime
I will dig a grave for you.
Take me to the canal.
Satish Verma
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