Bangalore and Boston
Life's, humans, people.
Terror's tremors
Boston becomes a Nation
Bangalore remains Bangaluru
Petty politics
No praise, perhaps no presence of Paramedics
No heroes
No Barack
No Bostonians
No Americans
No Indians
No Humans
Only bites, of sounds
Just clipped, News
Do you need more proof my brothers?
Isn't it true and so stark?
We are a land of farts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice and instant reaction too