writing room conflict. (part: i forgot)

Dust of the Glorious.


I marched where Ganga weeps through waste,
Where tricolor dreams rot in haste,
My blood boiled like Churchill’s scotch,
But cooled in Delhi’s metro watch.

I fought with pens in bazaars bare,
Echoes of Tharoor in Lucknow air.
Shakespeare groaned in chai-stall plays,
While Dickens wrote in Bombay's haze.

"My country right or wrong" felt thin,
When sons of soil sold truth for gin.
Plath wept beneath Kashmir’s white sheet,
 And Rashid sang from Siachen’s beat.




written and published by: Vaibhav Vedhase Upadhyay.


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