To understand the context please read the post number 116 dated November 24, 2025.

9.

unaware of high tide of swelling sobs 

they warm themselves 

with the embers of the burning bodies

they discuss about me sans me 

pretending to be

in grief with their snoring tribes 

in the Assembly

lost in the drunken haze 

of power and money and success 

they want 

I should always sway 

my entranced hood 

to the tune of their flutes 

if I don't 

then my thoughts are anarchy

can they answer me 

what should I do when 

unnecessarily they strike on us 

with all their might at their command 

the State has given them 

most of the time it's full moon 

and my sack of 

venom becomes full to the brim

our rebellious dreams 

will never let you sleep peacefully 

till you drop 

a few drops of real tears 

and don't understand 

the value of levelling

we shall keep coming like waves of the sea 

continuously battered and broken 

yet reborn again and again 

unless instead of plucking out our eyes 

you make real effort to remove the sludge 

I hate to see

(From my poetry collection, “Always in Transit”)