Indian Wasteland

It is the world of Shiva and Shaitan It is the world of Krishna and Kant Devi on Nandi holding Demon and Son Devotees, Deities, Ash, Claps and Fun Fragile girl carrying child in her arm's Not mother but a sister’s virgin palms To Die for him but not a bruise to touch Just Bottom pinching nothing too much Anguish in her arms to shut the door Hammer or Paedo, they break the core Unreal city under brown fog of cold dawn Slogans, Sighs where savage zombie born Cow with a nose grip lost her way Is she mute or has nothing to say? Another one eating her own skin Is there Anyone left? kith or a kin Her body is torn open with the blood No milk, No Calf. Here screams flood.