On Train Back to Bangalore

Mist suspended
emerald green fields
and
a peacock in full splendor.
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Three brown, one white,
horses graze wild lands
far from anywhere.
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Hills striped in faith,
red and white.
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White gopurams,
white masjid,
divided by fields!
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Silver feather tops
on clumps of purple grass
and hazy blue hills.
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chiffon scarf and rhinestones
cobwebs on bushes after rains.
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Train compartment:

In panic
train races
lightnings flash
thunder roars
dusky skies;
rivulets of grimy slime
run at my feet
squatters stand
bags held high;
yet-elated laughter
at rains!
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In Chhatisgarh-
I hum a lot
to block out thought
of class guilt and
caste rights
that I have
and they have not-
In Cg I hum a Lot.
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Burial:

Chhattisgarh
of buried coal,
diamond,
crude ore,
now buries-
crude truths,
filthy lies,
slaughtered men,
mangled rights;
it buries
voice, vision,
dreams, hopes-
Only one flag
flies high
of corrupt might
subordinated,
to corporate
delight;
arms and guns
face the enemy
inside,
poor and mute
without
refuge or rights
wander out
along arteries of
state's power
to work in
labor camps
of factories
and mines
-dead but
buried alive
inside.