On 'our shock' over the Malegaon blasts...
For long the hindutva have called for
'mussalman ka sthan
pakistan ya qabrastan'
Made fun at them
'hum paanch hamaare pachees'
notwithstanding, the blatant call for
'hum do hamaare char'
All this while,
middle-class India went to work.
Lived our dream lives.
Earned in dollars and pounds
Only as glorified manual labourers though.
The poor shouted, and we shut our ears.
Let them fight for our so-called Hindu purity.
How does it matter, if a few monkeys
wipe each other out?
As long as we build, and exhort our enterprise
On their blood.
And what better way of winning?
If we can achieve both
in the same game?
The convenience of the proletariat mass
fighting each other, in the name of religion.
Especially when we, the middle class
swoop in to divide the bloodied remain.
And one fine morning,
the joke is finally on us.
This bomb of theirs
is a bomb of ours.
Of our very own making.
Of our shared indifference
And it ticks down