PHOOLAN DEVI

Musing, I feel like Robin Hood,
Musing, I feel like Robin Hood,
Gold chains,
Pocketbooks,
Scraps of information,
Might we take a look,
Crying infants,
Sobbing hens,
Behmai chants,
You won’t remember a thing,
You won’t remember a thing,
YOU WON’T REMEMBER A THING!

How does one forget,
Dirty village coyotes,
Rough hide scraping against skin,
I can hear the frantic breathing ringing in my ears even if you can’[t,
Blood stains,
Animal stench,
Teardrop rain,
Fists are clenched,
Not chagrin,
This is war,
Two dozen sins,
Chant,
You don’t know who we are,
You don’t know who we are,
YOU DON’T KNOW WHO WE ARE!

Rag dolls dance the way the men clap for,
But our rag dolls won’t let you shut the doors,
Yellow pages,
March right back,
It’s been ages,
Only now I react,
One by one,
Line them up,
Clicking guns,
But Behmai pleads,

Kheda…Banda Karo! खेद.. बंद करो!

Kheda…Banda Karo! खेद.. बंद करो!

Kheda…Banda Karo! खेद.. बंद करो!

 

Bang Bang.

PHOOLAN DEVI

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