Goodbye

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Like a much delayed train entering 

an eagerly awaiting brightly lit railway station's platform,

Change should come in us with enthusiasm ,

but this time too, the platform is dark,

the bogies are filled, without hesitation, with

writers of old worlds on papers

politicians of old words in bags 

and bureaucrats of old ideas in brains

The common people are standing 

on the other sides of the tracks 

without tickets in empty hands 

but with plenty of agony on their foreheads 

This dirty system needs dry cleaning,

but someone has raised petrol prices 

Multiplication of minus and plus,

searching for a circle with 4 sides

and we call it development

The vested interests of self-serving elite is dubbed as ‘national'

I wanted to say Goodbye to my nation's Vision,

But someone has removed tomorrow morning's tracks

All the status messages immediately displayed "Train got delayed"

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Who are you?

with bended waists and twisted tears

with ruffled hair and semi draped sarees

roaming and searching around these graves

Who are they?

In the graves and from where are they ?

In which battle did they die?

Which battalion and which number ?

Ask Krishna, if it is Kurukshetra,

Ask Mughals, if it is Panipat

Ask Uncle Sam, if it is Iraq

Crimean war, Korea war

First and Second world wars

Ask Bismark, ask Hitler

Ask Brahma, the creator.

Sigh !!! Please!!!

Dont look at me in that manner

with dried eyes and clenched teeth

Dont show me desert breasts 

which are void of tears

What can i answer you,

Whom can i say is responsible for ?

Its time for dark night...

Time for Tigers to  hunt their prey

Time for tender widows to jump into a damn well

Time for dogs to fight over bones of dead history

Some fear, yes, fear

around with foam of poison 

dead poison, deathly poison

agony poison, sad poison

it is flowing, gushing and overflowing 

O Mothers!!! Please go !

Why are you roaming around these graves

by bending and bending

with drabness and drabness

Dead bodies don't speak

Graves show you nothing

Death never recognizes

There is no mercy for nature, in nature

All power hearts pump blood, for blood

Suppressing your pain in yourselves 

Pricking your own eyes

Why to roam , in this way

in this way, among these blunt trees

these ant hills and collapsed houses

Go away! Go away !

Goodbye!

Go away !

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Note:- 77 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 77 words.

She took an auto from the red light area to the beach....
It was her day of 'freedom'...
She wanted to taste the moments of 'her' being a 'person'...
She was desperate to lose her 'identity' of being a sexual object...
She felt the ecstasy of being in a cage-less world ...
She wanted to explore the heights of her new life ...
That day was her birthday...
So, she bid Goodbye to her old life , only until tomorrow...

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