In the dark
Of India's ravaged Yoni,
Flickers a tiny flame.
In distant haze,
Victor's blue phallus,
Sniggers at the shame.
His ‘India Gate'
Has names engraved;
Each martyr acclaimed.
No home but,
Not even an inch,
For soldiers for us slain.
Alien beast,
He used, honoured:
No shame.
Our beasts,
They use, spit,
No shame.
India's netas,
Glow enshrined;
Surname.
India's sons,
Rage in the dark,
No name.
India's flag
On that phallus
Weeps for their tiny flame.
Vinod Sharma
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