On some days you need the pen to punch the page
You write with the irreverence of the gunda of the ilaaka
Who shoves words around so they have an impact
Who grabs a statement by the collar and shakes the metaphor out of it
Who ignores sentences passed by the law because he can
And it's not just force but something deeper at play
That allows for a thug-ish poetry day
Or a real mawali to hold his ground
It's the silent consent of everyone around.
Haha! I loved it. Incidentally, I'm in Bombay right now, surrounded by the aamchi-mumbai lingo. Special bow to the double entendre in "sentences passed by the law". Let's go rogue!
ReplyDeleteThanks Gangotryi, so glad this poem could add to your experience of the city. Let the tapori-ness never die.
ReplyDeleteThis was such fun to read. I'm sensing you had similar fun writing it. "Sentences passed by the law" stood out for me too. :)
ReplyDeleteLovely poem. And yes, such fun.
ReplyDeleteSO fun, loved it!
ReplyDeleteBest one so far, Sameer! I loved every line.
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