Body on the pavement

Indian Parliament

(The spirit of the Indian Parliament has long been killed by the goons occupying it. A few good men & women but sit sentinels; to whom the majority of masses still listen.)


“On the pavement, the body lay;

Quiet and unmoving;

As people passed on their way;


They avoided its open eyes,

But the ants didn’t mind;

They took it as another enterprise;


Strangely, the dogs kept away;

Or was it because;

Stones sat sentinels where the body lay”

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