Dear Revolution,
I was told you come
when the times are dark
and the world is bleak
I was told
it takes unbearable oppression
for you to come
and bring the storm of change
I look around to see
Amu throws her food for the want of a Chocolate and Cola
The son of her domestic help picks it up with a big smile
The same domestic help who migrated to the city when she couldn't sell the sarees she wove any longer
Yes, the same one whose brother went abroad to make some money
and got rammed some where in the oil war
Yes, that very oil searching for which a few hundred species became extinct.
Amu, she wants the Chocolate which she saw on TV,
The one which is made by those black black people dressed in rags
Yes the same people, who are famous for being hungry
Yes, from the same Chocolate factory
run by the people impaired of thinking capabilities
freshly out schools with the coveted stamp of conformity
And the black black cola
The same one which has a factory near her grandmother's village
The same village which now is in the news for two things
The broadest road and the longest human queue for drinking water
Yes, yes the same village, which is now a development case study
The same one, which is next to the one where there was a minor religious clash
which had a minor death toll of about a thousand or so
Yes you got it right, the one on the border
the new border which was changed for the eighty fourth time day before yesterday
Oh, yes, it is still governed the universal corporate law
and gives consumer citizenships.
Dear Revolution
I look around and see
no sign of you
Dear Revolution,
Have you found this wonderful too?
and have decided there is no place for you?
Or have you been bribed enough ?
And been given a nice condominium with a pool
to watch the show
Or have you gone on a holiday to a nice greece beach
Or are you busy baptising your "son"
Or May be you have changed your job role?
Dear Revolution,
I get no reply from you
Have you stopped answering?
Or do you now answer only for a premium?
Dear Revolution,
Now I fear
Did they kill you
and bury you somewhere with tomb stone, a two line epitaph
and a nice garden around
Or Have you happily committed suicide?
Dear Revolution,
Now I dread to ask
Did you never exist?
